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The Unknown
I’m sitting and waiting, to meet with my doc, The time passes slowly, while watching the clock. I have a disease, and some days aren’t the best, I swear some ones putting, me through my life’s test. Won’t know how I’ll feel, until I awake, Will I act like myself or more like a flake? My thinking and talking, sometimes they both lag, I will go to the store, and forget a bag. That darn short term memory, is the worst of all I try handling the rest, even when I fall. I have to write notes, though they seem like a book I must write down a note, to make sure I look. Sometimes I forget things, important ones too, Like blowing out candles, or know what to do. The kids say they’ve asked me, remembering… not! But they are so happy, for what they just got. There’s good days and bad days, I just never know Will my eyes go wacky, or stub my big toe? I must always laugh, or I’d sit and I’d cry Oops, I burnt our dinner, but gave it a try. The doorways seem smaller, like when I pass by I hit the walls, with my knees or thigh. I don’t want your pity, or sit all day long I always keep active, it helps me stay strong. I’ll trip over nothing, I laugh when I do I hate when that happens, my foot sticks like glue. This disease has no cure, they call it MS Hopefully they’ll find, what causes this BS.
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