When my Brain goes into Poetry Mode
I cannot stop praising THEE,
YOU are my Strength and I need YOU,
To aid my recovery.
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A Fighter I am,
A Fighter I be,
Not a physical one,
But a mental one I be.
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I am not afraid to show my Stump
Where my Right Leg used to be,
Hit by a Supermarket Trolley,
In the year Two Thousand and Three.
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Saffra, my Grand-Daughter, has written a book,
‘Destiny Falls' it is called,
Proud am I of her success,
Hopefully she will write more and more.
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I watch the people walk past me,
Whilst sitting in my car,
Outside the Rose Gardens in Regents Park,
Some near, and some walking afar.
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LORD send me the words to write tonight,
Send me the Muse to write,
Send me the thoughts to praise THY Name,
Today and every night.
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Today I leave Northwick Park Hospital,
To Willesden I do go,
The Road To Recovery starts today,
But my Future I do not know.
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Profound are my Thoughts, which to words I create,
To put into verse, I don’t hesitate,
To convey them to you, as soon as they’re formed,
Lest these words are lost, ne’er again to be found.
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Yesterday was History,
Today begins the Present,
Tomorrow never comes,
So, live today with love and fun
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The sun does shine through window blinds
To brighten up my room.
But in these November morns
The sun'll go real soon.
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