By Juan Roberto Rodrigues

I’m already dying of Hepatitis C---

So why is everybody crying for me-

Sure it creeps up on you---

But it’s better than a stab, wound, or gunshot too,

What’s life if everybody is lying?

All that crying makes a puddle-

Soon a river, tears that flow,

A flood of trouble without sunshine or light-

What’s life---it could be enjoyed---

Every moment with a smile-

Even though life someday may cause some sorrow!