2 July 2012

Here's a little story

Of a man whose time is short

The disease that is his nemesis

And the battle that's being fought

The regular hard worker

He never took a pill

Mr. C had something for him

And it wouldn't be a thrill

Healthy, but a smoker

This as such was his downfall

Still a massive shock

When Mr. C made his house call

Mr. C, with no real manners

Introduced himself and said

My name is Mr. C and I

Have come to mess your head

We don't know each other

But I'm your new best friend

I will not lie, you're gonna die

Five years until your end

Worker sat in silence

Couldn't believe his ears

But he'd been coughing badly

This then crystallised his fears

Now pills and medication

And the chemo too

Mr. C you are a bastard

He's only fifty two

At least he kept his head of hair

In fact it all turned white

Worker joked with all his friends

That he'd had a massive fright

He has some quiet moments

He knows his expiry date

And with some grace and dignity

He understands his fate

And so, another snapshot

Of a man who isn't well

But worker is a fighter

And he'll give Mr. C some hell!

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