forrachel

You creep into our lives killing us softly Like a venom from a cobra You take everyone by surprise Each time you come you leave us with disbelief Sneaking into your victims deeper and slowly Like the sweet sounds of opera All affected and infected pay the price Will a cure ever be found? Some still believe You take away their beauty, smile, physic and leave their bodies wonky and wobbly The Will to fight, the fear of death, is what keeps them going - so did Oprah The repetition of the questions and conversations, thrice! The goodtimes, fun and laughterr with loved ones in their faces, they retrieve Their eye sight gets fogy Like that of Grandma Laura Forgetfulness, amnesia were on the rise Their passing is unberable, untolorable yet confirms relieve.