Blue eyes, bald head, haggard skin...dead...
It was like a race
with a bet for her life if she lost
Her delicate figure encased by a
tortoises shell
but no match for the hare that
infects her blood
speeding through the race
...speeding through her life
But wait...
the hare slowed down,
taking a rest
letting her, the slow tortoise
gradually start to win this race
this fight
Steps from the finish line
steps from overcoming this battle
...whoosh...
She lost
Cancer won the race...and her life
Dedicated to Carol MacPherson
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
Blue eyes, bald head, haggard skin...dead...
It was like a race
with a bet for her life if she lost
Her delicate figure encased by a
tortoises shell
but no match for the hare that
infects her blood
speeding through the race
...speeding through her life
But wait...
the hare slowed down,
taking a rest
letting her, the slow tortoise
gradually start to win this race
this fight
Steps from the finish line
steps from overcoming this battle
...whoosh...
She lost
Cancer won the race...and her life
Dedicated to Carol MacPherson
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