I've just had a birthday and,now, I am old
I still look quite young, or so I've been told
Though, I move around like someone half dead
I'd much prefer to be lithe and mobile, instead
But, hey, I'm still alive and should be grateful
Shouldn't moan a lot and be quite hateful
Yet, I admit I'm as bitter as can be
And wonder, each day, 'Why should it be me"?
I'm someone who was always 'clean living'
A person, always very loving and giving
I paid my taxes, and was very healthy
Was fit and slim, though, not exceedingly wealthy
Thinking about what I once was drives me crazy
I am annoyed about the obese and the lazy
Those people who, simply, don't give a damn
However badly they live, they won't be like I am
Life just isn't fair, of that I am sure
Doesn't matter how I live, there is no cure
I'm destined for paralysis, with my brain still intact
Though still thinking and speaking, unable to act
I wake up some mornings and 'hate everyone'
It isn't very nice, but, when all's said and done
You wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy
The life that I live with my MND!
Half an hour later I read this on another blog:
"To hold on to hate and resentments is to throw a monkey wrench into the machinery of life." E. Stanley Jones
Lovely 'psychobabble'. Great when you are analysing someone; however, difficult to follow when the shit happens to you!