Please,
Do not complain about what you were given.
This time of year has ruined the world.
Traditions and presents,
Stress and spending

The objects mean nothing
They are gone by next year

Your family is it,
The present of presence

So please,
Do not complain about what you were given.
Just be thankful no one was taken.

Because cancer has no daily planner
It just preys on the loved,
Happy and beautiful.

So please,
Do not complain about what you were given.