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For years I thought "I must be crazy"
Why did everyone think I was lazy?
I used to run and work and play.
Now I'm exhausted at the end of the day.
What happened to my vision? I used to see fine.
Now it is hard to see just one line.
Red and green were as clear as a bell.
I can't see that stoplight now. Oh hell!
My writing drew envy - so neat and so clear.
Then the numbness set in and so did the fear.
I must be crazy ! What's happening to me?
Where is the person I used to be?
My sister has got it. I watched her grow worse.
My best friend too - he had the curse.
I knew what it was but denied till the end.
Why must it be me? Why won't it mend?
One finally gives in and succumbs to the tests.
You know what they'll say but you hope for the best.
The Doctor tries to assure you and put you at ease.
But "You have MS" that dreaded disease!
"There is no cure, but you may still be sound."
"If you really get bad, we'll wheel you around."
Why me dear God? In the prime of my life!
What did I do wrong to deserve such strife?
You cry out your eyes and try to deny it.
The tears help a little, but only a bit.
You are angry and mad at all of mankind.
Oh give me the strength ! Where can I find?
You struggle your time until you face the disease.
I have MS and MS will not have me!
No day is easy. Some are harder than
others.
You make the most of life and forget your druthers.
If you can face this horrid affliction.
You'll start to see your new direction.
One day at a time, you'll see your design.
Above all else, you still have your mind.
The roses smell better than ever before.
The sun shines brighter and more and more.
I am not crazy, but differently abled.
I missed all theses things about which are fabled.
I have MS. Yes indeed.
But I will strive to have IT,
So it won't have me!
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the hell was that?'
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
There’s nothing the matter with me,
I’m as healthy as can be
I have arthritis in both knees and when I talk, I do with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin but I’m awfully good for the shape I’m in
Arch support I have for my feet or I wouldn’t be able to be on the street
Sleep is denied me night after night but every morning I find I’m alright.
My memory is fading, my head’s in a spin but I’m awfully well for the shape I’m
in
The moral, is this, as my tale I unfold that for you for me who are growing old
It’s better to say, “I’m Fine” with a grin that to let folks know the shape we are
in
How do I know that my youth is all spent? Well, my get up and go, has got up and
went
But I don’t really mind when I think with a grin, of all the grand places my “get
up” has bin
Old age is golden, top hear it said, but sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, my eyes on the table until I wake up
Before sleep overtakes me, I say to myself, is there anything else I could law on
the shelf
When I was young, my slippers were red; I could kick my heels right over my head
When I was older, my slippers were blue but still I could dance the whole night
through
Now that I am old, my slippers are black; I walk to the store and puff my way back
I get up each morning and dust off my wits; I pick up the paper and read the “obits”
If my name is still missing, I know I’m not dead
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
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