Reflections Of A Stroke Survivor
I look in the mirror,
And what I see
Is a stranger looking back at me
He does look like me
But something's not right
He looks like he's had a bit of a fright
He walks with a stick and he looks like hell
He doesn't seem happy from what I can tell
One of his arms hangs limp by his side
A condition that's meant
He often has cried
But at least he survived, should be thankful for that
'Cause he ain't got nine lives like the proverbial cat
Part of his brain has died so they say
So they did what they could then they sent him away
He used to play football and golf did this chap
But now he's got a real handicap
So he's hung up his boots
And his clubs gather dust
They're no use to him now his body is bust
Each day is a struggle
It's not much of a life
Good job he's got a wonderful wife
And 2 beautiful sons so
All is not bad
He may be a burden but he's still a Dad
And a husband as well 'til death do us part
Though life as it stands just breaks his heart
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poem by David Francis Carter
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