Seizures

Sweet seizures, I get them these days, Come awake, In a foggy haze... Just drop to the floor, Sometimes unaware Save for bruises and an overturned chair Can't drive no more, Too dangerous, For sure Just go on my way With pain every day Only Soup and music Distract my pain And suddenly, I'm me again So thank you, Dear Soupers, Such treasured friends, I hope I amuse you, Cause it's love that mends And I get plenty, Right here, On this marvelous site, Although, at times, It keeps me up all night.. Thank you Poetry Soup Management You serve the world well This you can say Was a quote from Tom Bell.