One of the members of SWMBO's Multiple Sclerosis branch writes poetry from a disabled person's slant. Because the world is so different to those with severe difficulties, their writings sometimes give real pause for thought. I thought I'd share with you here, one of his latest... CELEBRATE Me? I can't walk, I can't remember, I can't run, I can't earn, I can't do. But, I CAN think of words, I CAN see colours, I CAN appreciate the world. My life is different now. It's not wrong, Just different. Celebrate!
A 50-something (permanently claiming to be 39 and a bit) kind, gentle, outspoken, fat, hairy, semi-crippled, fully-qualified Grumpy Old Man who tries not to take life too seriously and is often mistaken for Victor Meldrew's younger brother. Married to "She-who-must-be-obeyed", a kindred spirit and my wife, lover, mistress, confidante and best friend! I'll take what life throws at me, so long as I can enjoy my family and be as grumpy as I want!
I've worked out that life's too short, and it ain't a rehersal....so go for it and make the best of it you can - it may not be perfect but at least it's yours.