6 August 2012

I watch the sick die, day after day,

They vary to pass in different ways,

I try to help but not all can live,

It leaves me thinking, if only, what if?

I medicine helped every dying man,

We'd have to stop doing all we can,

The world would flood with endless life,

No herbal concoctions, no scalpel knife.

I have no choice, so I live on,

I hold my breath for what will come.

TimmsyyOpuss № I