Illness
It may start with a cough
Or even with a wheeze
Maybe it's the rough
that twists your stomach with a squeeze.
Sudden or gradually
It'll come to us all
Nobody is immune completely
to everything. We all take a fall.
For some it's a simple remedy.
For others years of tests.
You may ask when are they ready
to give you a result, yet...
Never is it pleasant
or simple.
At the end a triumphant
cheer. Or away they slip.
Sometimes it is the last straw
that drags a person away.
With a single final draw
of breath, they've crossed
the land of the dead.
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