Ataxia the Beautiful
Ataxia the Beautiful!
With apologies to Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious sighs,
No art, fine motor disdain,
For Purple Mountain labilities,
Absolve off tune refrain!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God shed His grace on thee,
'Tis Grace it lacks, Scaring all like pain,
From sea to shining sea!
O Beauty Wife! Compatriot dream,
Who sees beyond the years,
Awkward activities do gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God mend thy ev'ry flaw,
Rehab thy soul by self-control,
Cry of self pity? "Naw! "
Copyright © Chaim Wilson | Year Posted 2020
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