The Hospice
The Greatest fight I've ever seen,
Never gave up, his mind was keen
twenty eight days he went, and did not eat,
Cancer had struck, but he will not take defeat
For he would lay on that bed and talk aloud,
Brought my father to tears, for he was so proud
We could not believe four weeks had past,
Until that fatal day had come at last
He set a new record for all to see,
Lived for so long, no one could believe
I'd seen one hundred deaths that month,
From fatal flaws no one could triump
But his was different, unique in a way,
He died with fight that did not fray
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