I read a very sad story
of a wonderful man
with an awesome wife
and the most positive attitude
My eyes leak tears
as I learn of
Anklylosing Spondelitis
and the cure...that does't exist
I weep as I read
of his wonderful wife
and his caring family
that never leaves his side
I read how he is thankful
that he still can see, think...hear
although he cannot
even leave his bed.
I see how this man
does what he can
to make a living
...even from his bed
I learn how some people
gets all the slaps from life
I learn of a “Job”
In our modern world
And as I struggle
to hold back the tears
I ask myself one question
...Why do I complain?...
Author notes
This was written for, and becauase of Wynand Rossouw. A Wonderful person, that you can read of here : wynand.za.net . Unfortunately this page is in afrikaans, for those who want to read. IM Me, and I willd o my best to translate.
Written October 6th, 2005
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It was in return a favour that I came upon this work. You will never know how strange it was to read this work. I myself suffer from Ankylosing Spondelitis, and had to give up my work as a scaffolder because of it My spine is welded from the neck down, I can neither more my head or bend down, Strangely it was because of this that i took up writing poetry to pass the time.So i tend to look on it as a blessing rather than a curse.
I really enjoyed this read not only because i can associate with it but because you pointed out that there are others worse off than us, I see folk who would be more that happy to be in my position ,compared to their own and it always makes me feel grateful Well done a great write -
wow!!! Thats touching... I really love it.
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Great piece for putting things into perspective. We take so much for granted, until reality slaps us in the face. I wonder if such people, modern-day "Jobs", are born that way, or if they become that way due to the adversity they face. Nice work. It was a wonderful read. Thank you.
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this is wonderful and so very, very true, we all complain about what we have yet we are truly gifted with good health, takes a disaster, disease or death or something truly tragic to happen before we say hey im lucky! a great write well done xx Cheryl
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Something like the situation here always serves to make us think. Perhaps it should be 'and the cure...that *doesn't* exist' though? Written with clear feeling that translates well onto and off of the page. Thank-you.
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Hi Merr, sorry for only commenting now - must be getting a bit slow, eh? Lovely poem, filled with compassion and emotion. It is well written and flows easily. Two little typos (yeah, I know I bug you a lot, but that's what I'm there for
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"and the cure...that don't exist"... that 'don't' should be 'doesn't
"even from out his bed".... I think it would be better to omit the 'out' in this line.
Oh, and some punctuation would make it all the better.
Luvs ya!
Keep well.
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This was great. It reminds me of the quote "I complained of not having shoes until I met the man with no feet". We live in a country of excess taking for granted all that we have.
Keep writing. -
WELL DONE
There is great depth in your words. Nicely written and very true. Why do we complain??
I am glad I have started reading your work.
Hugs
Jan
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This really gives you something to think about. But I believe that every person is different and faces their obsticales in a different way. I admire this man so much that he can stay positive during this harsh period. But I am not sure if I would be able to do the same
Love D.L.
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