Six Months to Live

"Six months...six months," the patient said.
"Is that all I have to live?
Have you done all you can do for me,
Given all you have to give?”

Said the doctor, “I wish it was more,
We did all that we could do.
We gave all that we could give,
But now it’s up to you.”

The patient knew the end was near,
He knew not all was fine,
He wondered why it had to be him,
He was only nine.

Five months, five months, all that’s left.
He fought hard to survive,
While some wanted brand-new toys,
He only wanted to stay alive.

So he decided to do all could,
With the time still in his hold,
He would achieve his greatest dream,
And he would to be more bold.

Four months, four months, all he had,
To learn how to fly,
He wanted to pilot an airplane,
Before his time to die.

He made an entry into the school,
His dream was coming near,
He was closer to soaring in the sky:
The dream he held so dear.

Three months, three months, learning fast,
The simulator seemed so real,
Teaching him the skills that he would need,
And how the flight would feel.

Two months, two months, it was coming quick,
He was so close to his flight,
It would take place in his final month,
His soul was so alight.

One month, one month, now time to fly,
Into the airplane he did go,
The propeller started, he was ready now,
Was he nervous? No one can know.

Before he left the ground, he ceased.
It was too much for his heart.
The airplane never left the ground,
His flight never got to start.

Yet he was flying above the clouds,
Higher than anyone knew,
He achieved his dream of flying,
Oh how that boy flew.

Six months, six months, it came too soon,
So let this be a sign.
What would you do if you had six months,
At any point along the line?