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Face down in the mud, he paused before he rose
'Women pay a fortune and I'm covered to my toes'
Back among the runners, he tried again to jump
Over the high barriers, but he really got the hump

When soon for the third time he took a mighty fall
'You'd think that after all this time my feet would now play ball'
Some weeks went by before he had to go and seek some help
With pains rising up his legs that often made him yelp

He's waiting for the test results, the last one in the room
A sense of foreboding came over him, a heavy mist of gloom
The nurse came out to call him, with care he found his feet
And shuffled as he made his way, the specialist to meet

'Degenerative problems within your spinal cord
Sadly not the best news that you've ever heard
We can offer some medication to ease the pain a bit
A cure is not an option, its not something that you did'

'Within a few months maybe, a wheelchair you will need
Driving won't be easy, with controls you might succeed
Did someone come here with you, it is hard news I know
Perhaps we can help a little, call a taxi when you go?'

A blow like that can often make your heart stop for a mo'
And as he thanked the big man, he felt his was running slow
'I'll have to rethink everything, I feel I need a drink
Never did I imagine, just how low my luck would sink'

Seven years later, with his fortune made in print, 
He looked back on that moment which had made him think
'I don't think if I walked still, I'd have all of this fame
There is no doubt about it, life is a strange old game'

He turned and met the smiling face of his one and only love
She was his nurse, his carer, surely sent from up above
Well that's what some would tender as a reason she was there
But he knew that in reality, an agency had said she'd care

In the first weeks it was hardest, giving up his rights
To walk and take his own baths, but then he thought one night
Something in her eyes and smiles gave her love away
And inspired by her beauty, he wrote his first hit play

Well now prospects grow again, new treatments are to hand
With some special cell grafts he might yet again come to stand
Off they flew to visit, some great medics far overseas
Men that had the means now to cure his harsh disease

Even when all hope seems useless, when you want to cry
Read once more this story, and perchance you too may try
To rise again and prosper, to triumph at the last
Never give up on life until the last runes have been cast.

©Rhumour,
April 16th 2008
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