The Toll of Aid's

Eighteen years ago, I was sent home to die. No tears or laughter, not even a sigh. I looked within, to find a tarnished soul. So I began my journey, a high price was the toll. As the weight fell from my body, left with little skin & bones. The pain I've endured, I claim as my own. Threw smile's & laughter, I've hid my tears. Never letting anyone, see my fear. This terrible virus we know as AID's, has tried so hard to show me my grave. The hell I have lived, has brought joy to my soul. Paying the price has helped me grow old. For threw the hurt and the sorrow I have seen. New life was born, for my eyes they have seen. Some days I forget just how sick I have been, then the daily rituals of pills I begin. Feel sorry for me not, because I don't for myself. Life is a journey, full of much wealth. Paid not in coin or dollars you see, but how gracious you walk it with bended knee. My journey not over, not knowing where I'll go. I continue to live, and pay the toll. No wealth I have, just a smile I give. This is what helps me, from day to day live. Be happy in life, no matter your fate. Live life to the fullest, before it's to late.