Two great men.
One had Type 1,
One has Type 2,
One is gone-
One may follow.
A drop of blood that does not lie,
Tells whether it's low or high-
The numbers too low,
Now to raise it just so-
Daily shots full of hope,
Heartbreak for those trying to cope-
Two great men, both important to me.
One didn't know his life would end so soon-
One knows how fragile his life is.
One kept pressing his luck-
One wouldn't take the risk.
Everything all packed,
They're prepared for a balancing act-
An unfair life,
Full of little joy and much strife-
Living by the numbers that they're told,
If they are lucky, they'll get to grow old.
