The Big C
Dreaded words
Doctor looks tired
I cant lift my eyes
My tears are mired
How to tell a friend
What's to do....
Think ill keep it secret
For a day or two
Scans and tests
You knows best
Hospital Galore
I think what's it for...
Back to the doc
What does he say
You don't need to return
Cancers gone away....
Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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