On a hospital bed he was resting
A nurse & doc his temperature they were testing
Glucose drip on a trip
traversing his arm
Body frail, skin now pale
he used to work on a farm
All day worked this jack wasn't dull
his hands and fists were strong like a skull
Tilling the land morning to eve
around his blissful lull
Pious man lived a joyous life,
along lived beautiful wife
a stinking habit an awful gambit
clogged the life with strife
Smoking gun his pals called him; always cigarette in hand
tobacco churning red mouth; like some street brigand
Years of crunching, mouth fagged
killed stamina to work
Inferno havoc wreaked in lungs, life kicked
and turned berserk.
Diagnosis spoke dear sir
dejected we declare
Life isn't long, for results claim
Lung cancer develops
