Poem -
D E A T H - A TRUE STORY
When will you die
As you lay there in your bed
Not much breath leftÂ
The lung cancer has made sure of that
No cigarette in this wardÂ
Just a frozen body stiff and waiting
For a box in the ground
Breathe your last breath
Sing unto death
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My Grandmother was Fourty two years old when she passed away with lung cancer and never smoked a day in her life...
She left behind six boys... The youngest was three months old...
The three year old was adopted...
The rest of the was raised by my Grandfather. ..
Not an easy life...
My other Grandfather died of liekemia.....
He never smoked...
My aunt quit smoking ten years ago and she has been diagnosed with cancer they may have caught hers in time...
Cancer I'd not prejudice...
Thanks for the warning...
sparrowsong
Sorry to hear of your family members illnesses,
This poem was about my great grandmother whoÂ
died of lung cancer after a moderate smoking habit;
Strong woman who would've reached 100 but
for the lungs. The air ain't that clean in the CityÂ
either. Thanks Sparrow, it's a morbid topic. :(Â
Very Sorry to hear of your Grandmother also...
No way is ever a Good Way to lose someone...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
We can get things from drinking water. ..
Thanks Sparrow.Â