Isn’t it amazing how ridiculous life can be?
One minute life is over, the next we’re jumping with glee
(well, not quite, but, hey; just solved an annoying problem)
This week I’ve been down in the dumps and quite sad
Writing whining poetry and now I feel bad
Though I know it’s all relative and I’m allowed to complain
I’m not as badly off as some......... but, then again.........
When you’ve got MND you’re allowed, surely?