I heard a couple stories today.
Both were full of sadness and pain.
The first was about a child,
Whose spirit was quite wild.
Yet, somehow...
Something happened to her.
A stroke; a spinal one.
God, she was only seven.
Isn't that the age of heaven?
Where innocence is an all time high
While parents just smile and sigh?
Speaking of parents, I know a daddy
Who's big and strong and tall,
But something took that all.
Around here, we call it Black Lung.
It makes men wish they'd been hung.
Slow and painful is its game,
Leaving loved ones to watch
Their withering remains.
It's an emotional roller coaster that no one's prepared to ride,
But all any of us can do is just be by their side.
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