Impossible! That’s what they said,
When Tom was dying on his bed.
Hungry groans were all we heard,
Dammed Doc. didn't even let him eat curd.
There was no feeding with needles back then,
Hunger was what killed most men.
But i persisted, I had a cure,
That pain he wouldn't have to endure.
Yet they did not listen to me,
They said let poor Tom be.
Tom has now passed away,
Today was his funeral day.
We'll never know if I could've dealt,
With the disease that made Tom melt.
Well forget it now, let Tom's Soul rest,
Yes, I think that would be best.
T.F.M
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