The Epidemic
Daily we check our blood,
Interested in our score,
Another day of lancing,
Better not ignore,
Eating used to be such a pleasure,
Tomorrow could be taking insulin shots,
Earnestly trying to eat good,
So I can help my irregular pancreas.
This disease is spreading like wildfire,
all throughout the land,
it doesn't care who you are,
young girl or old man,
some people have to take shots,
as was the case with my Dad,
I'm sure he felt like a pin cushion,
as he'd jabbed it into his flab,
for now my husband and son
have it to a lesser degree,
they have to take metformin,
and God willing wont ever have
to take shots of insulin.
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