Inflicted with myriad of these
They're unstoppable called disease
They come with life, it doesn't cease
Deaths and sufferers only increase!
When you catch one of those
Suddenly you will feel its throes
And you'd be deadened with woes
Making highs a lot more like lows!
So we say a prayer here and there
To ameliorate the ones who suffer
Depending on the pain that you bear
Comfort can require a tranquilizer!