This is just a poem I wrote in seventh grade and it's dedicated not only to my grandpa, but the people who've lost their battle with cancer.
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Time's Running out
Tick, Tick, Tick
There comes a time in life, when we all wither up and die.
But what happens when people die earlier then they should?
Time's running out, time's running out;
for the people with cancer,
the people with aids,
the people with incurable diseases.
Sick in bed they fight,
they fight for their life
They dream a dream
that gives them hope,
a hope that gives them might.
Doctor, doctor please find a cure,
these people are dying every year!
Time's running out, time's running out!
The diseases has taken control!
What's once was people are no more.
Death's already at their door.
