Cancer that little disease,
Has robbed me of the life that I once had,
I an no longer with those that I love,
I am confined in a room without the comforts of home,
Where my hair was Is now a wig,
I am uncomfortable in this white stiff bed.
With all of these pillows that don’t cushion my head.
I am now in the hospital waiting my turn for I am soon to die.
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