Dad, we watched you wither away All of eighty kilos by night and day The one and only saving grace, Was your ever smiling face. While we reached the depths of despair, You calmly declared that life was not always fair.
Despite the breathlessness and the pain, Never did you really complain. You bore it all stoically Telling us it was but folly To keep visiting doctors to find a cure For a fatal illness that you just had to endure.
But we refused to believe - That eventually we would have to give up and grieve We continued our search for newer medication With an even greater sense of determination Alas ! Despite the doctors' skills and our dedication You quietly left us in search of a new destination.
