How I yearn for healthier days
When I used to run and be gay
Not be paralyzed by my legs
Now, in time, my arms
Time spent on a machine
All the time, awake and asleep
My lungs raise and fall with thee
Supported by a piece of machine
The AFOs on one, then two
A cane, a walker,
then a wheelchair to move
How my mobility is gone
Life, which used to be long
Now, cut short with this disease
Was so full of life, now not
What is to become of me now