Death from/to Alzheimer's

August 26, 2016

Waking up for school

Fills me with dread

But one thing is my fuel

that gets me out of my bed

I want to follow my dreams

I want to excel,

Even if it seems

I must go through this hell

One day I’ll awake

for a job made for me

Ready to partake

in the day’s work with glee

I’ll put on my lab coat,

grab my keys

and my life I’ll devote

To cure this disease

I’ll work to get rid

Of what took my grandpa

I’m no longer a kid

But his loss is still raw

No more will it take

They won’t have to go through

Any heart ache

when they don’t know you

Fatigue may take a toll

But if I don’t wake up,

How can I reach my goal?

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