I have no voice to sing a tune,
my speech was stolen all too soon.
Does anyone know or care how I feel,
without music my life is unreal.
You say remember, I say what?
I can't even remember what I forgot.
Short Term Memory is only a blur,
hour to hour I guess what's occurred
My eyes, green eyes if only could see,
the whole world would open up for me.
I could see to read and spy a far,
watch sunsets and gaze at the stars.
Am I deaf why can't I hear?
At one time I heard your soft whispers in my ear.
The doctor said," auditory nerve damage,
but you have one good ear you'll learn to manage."
I wish, how I wish that I could still dance,
I'd glide and sway while I thought of romance.
A cane is my friend I carry it here,
because my balance leaves me so much to fear.
My life, where has it gone?
It saddens me to think for long,
that this could be the best that it gets,
my hopes and dreams I'll be forced to forget?
(Today June 30th 2002)
Although my hopes and dreams remain fond memories,
I continue standing behind locked doors without the proper keys
I have been left with a little sadness, left with a little hope,
Left with the promise of tomorrow and the challenge of learning to cope.