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Tough!Oooops, its VERY long! But VERY meaningful!!! If you read it all to the bottom... You will get a gold star!!! * <--- that one!!! Is it worth the read? I would say so! Yep, I am all that and more, For my life has been a trial, And no matter what - and no matter when, I will ‘always' walk that one last mile! This life of mine has been tested, Beyond the bounds of endurance that's true, And at times it's been a mess… Over the things this body's gone through! Everything that could go wrong, Believe you me, it has done, But no matter what has happened, I have always, always won! What can I say, where do I start? Well at the beginning I think is best, To try and impart a little information, Of how this body's been put to the test! Now trust me true, you may think I jest, And you may even think that I lie, But it's for that very reason I am here, To prove it doesn't mean we are going to die! My body well let me see now… How do I begin this tale of woe? I think I had better do what I do best, And let my mind open and let it flow. First I had some operations… Cos my body was in a bad way, So they had to make me better, Well, they tried to anyway! Then I had a tumour upon me brain … This was when I was just sweet 21, But the ruddy thing grew back! Oh blimey, that wasn't fun! So there I was with a baldy head, My stitches all on show, Good job I didn't have nits! Cos I had no hair to go! Then 4 operations later, I got a little unwell, And had another operation, Cor blimey it was hell…! Then I got knocked down by a lorry, An articulated one actually, My life all flashed before my eyes, It was just hospitals I could see! By then I'd had five operations, To try and put me right, But alas, all's not well, Hysterectomy, what a fright! I'd had that hysterectomy, Cos me giblets were in a mess, But I have to be quite honest, To look at me you'd never guess! Then I got another tumour, Cos the ruddy thing grew back again! Black and blue and baldy, Oh blimey, me poor old brain! So they thought they'd give me a surprise, And left a hole in my head, No skull where there should be some, It's a wonder I'm not dead! So now I've got a head like a sieve, And in winter it hurts like mad! So I have to wear my hats… Cos the pain is really bad! Then everything went really wrong, And I came as close to death as close could be! It was so serious, and the worst I'd had, And it feared the life right out of me! It meant yet another serious problem, Out of the blue, no warning you see, And just like that, another operation, It was as bad as bad could be! For 12 months it was a living nightmare, No respite when I was awake, For the nightmare was 24 hours long… My sanity was all at stake. And during that 12th month, Things were really in a state, Another operation he said… Before it was too late! So in again, another operation, To put the other operation right, But everything went wrong, And my surgeon got a fright! He had to use his judgement, And that one operation became two, He had no choice, it was needed, There was nothing else he could do! So my life was in his hands, But this I tell you true, Had I the choice in all of the world, No other surgeon would ever do! And yes, he put me to rights, And what a star that man is too! Not only that, but he's also my friend, Yes, that's most certainly very true! And so now let me see, Is there anything else to tell? Yep, I'm afraid there is, Cos this life of mine's been hell! Well all in all I've had 16 operations, Oh goodness golly me! What a lot of money I cost the NHS Cos I've had them up the wall you see! I shall have a bash at listing them, The complaints this body does bear, And you will see that my writing is a gift, For I have empathy in abundance and I care! Diabetes - and epilepsy… Arthritis and angina too, Thyroid disease, osteoporosis, Oh what hell this body of mine goes through! My liver's had it really tough, This I tell you true, Its cos of the tablets I have to take, They've worn my liver through! And of course, to top it all, My auto immune is packing in, Yep, I have to say it – I'm tough! Because my body's fit for the bin! But do I falter, do I waver? Yes, of course I do, of course, And sometimes I have a little cry, I'm allowed to show remorse! Now I could go on and on, But I'd probably bore you to tears, And anyway let's be honest… It would take me flippin' years! So anyway, where was I? Oh yes, this gift that I have here, It's to let others see, we don't have to die! Just because bad health is there! And because I walk the walk of many, I can show empathy for ill's and ails, And many people relate to them… When reading my little poetry tales! Now this isn't about self-pity! Its bout getting the message through! To tell how it doesn't mean we will die, So no need to panic and feel blue! Just because the body's a mess, And everything seems to be falling apart, It doesn't mean we will die you know! So always stay strong of heart! Cos if anyone's body was going to expire, I think I can safely say to you! It would be mine, cos it's knackered! As you can see what it's gone through! But I'm here, I'm telling the tale, Of why our life isn't really down to man, But more, it's down to God, this icon, He makes the decision as only He can! And that's what it's all about for me, I use this gift from God above, To help and support others in need, Of a little understanding, and love! I have walked the walk of many, And the roads that I have tread- Have been so harsh and serious, But here I am! I'm not yet dead! So this tale I tell is not for pity! But more, this tale I tell so true; 4 tumors and more haven't killed me off! If I can beat this krap – then so can you! And though it's God's decision, I truly believe this to be true, That if we hold onto our belief, That can also help us to pull through! …I Did… Because I'm Tough! Oh, sorry, it also has a lot to do with God!! Put both of us together, and that reaper's got 2 chances! No chance! And a cat-in-hells chance! Way to go! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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