Don't take me too seriously, this is just a little fun. No matter how I really feel I am happy that I have memories and the ability to see and recognise the faces of my beautiful family.
Playing with words help keep the old brain active, please just bare with me if I stray off the beaten track.
Got over Cancer and stuck with Emphysema.
The lungs worn out like an old concertina.
Still I’ve had a good run for my money up until now.
They tell me to take it easy, but I don’t really know how.
With hair swiftly receding and getting desperately thin
so many bodily changes I don’t know where to begin.
Now knees are all of a tremble and I can't stand up for too long
can’t even help the missus in case I get it all wrong
Bruises all over my body, the steroids getting the blame
but I’ve got to keep taking them, such a damn shame.
To make matters worse even the shakes don’t behave
And now I have trouble stretching, so I can’t even shave.
All aches and pains that shouldn’t be mine
Atrocious ones that niggle at the base of the spine
Teeth all wiggling and moving, trying to drop out
Followed by a rash, more of those damn side effects no doubt.
Pursed lip breathing has now become a nightly chore
Can’t get my breathing regular without it anymore.
In bed by ten and a two hour break before I’m up for a pinkle
So much breathlessness and discomfort for such a mere tinkle.
Got to be careful though with cannula up nose
followed by twenty five feet of plastic hose.
Cataract covered eyes endlessly peering and hoping
while waiting for surgery but still carrying on coping.
I see children running and sigh for a while
though sadness isn't part of my nature or even my style.
What will I do when days get worse and life gets tough?
Should I moan and complain because I'm losing my puff?
One day the long and final sleep will come
Not that I harbour intention, or am preparing to succumb
Because now I’m secure, facing each day without any worry
Sorting myself out calmly for ‘there is no need to hurry’.
A gentle word shared in sadness, one that helps to ease the pain,
An outstretched hand always knowing that sun will follow rain.
Life’s far from over for us here, something all of us share.
Logging on each day and showing that we care.
Now before all is forgotten and disappears from my head
I’ve bought myself a note book to put by my bed.
Patiently I’ll write things down with the best of heart
Ruminating my new found problem, an endless desire of having to fart.