Small Bald Johnny - Poem by Francis Duggan
He's been down and bruised and battered
And life has dished him out some pain
But like the great and champion boxer
He rose up and fought again.
Those who know him thought him beaten
Said that he had lost the fight
He could have given up the battle
And in so doing proved them right.
Lesser men by disease defeated
He could have stayed on the floor
But Small Johnny is no quitter
He rose up and fought some more.
Strong armed men have lost to cancer
Wilted when the going got tough
But Small Johnny the wee battler
Must be made of sterner stuff.
Bald as a babe from radiation treatment
He refuse to wear a wig
Some may smirk at Small Bald Johnny
But he's the biggest of the big.
See the small bald headed fellow
Briskly walking down the street
He'll be fifty one next April
And killer cancer he has beat.
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