PeopleWithMS - Poems
Find ME.
Find me beneath all these outward things you see,
Look deep within my heart and soul and tell me now do
you see me?
Don't stare at my w/c, or cane, or walker, or braces
that I have to use to walk,
They don't have feelings that can be felt nor can they
even talk.
Look at the smile on my face that I wear proudly
everyday,
Stop and talk to me not act like im not there and
stare while you walk away.
M.S. isn't something that I asked for or did anything
wrong to end up with,
Nor would I wrap it up with a pretty bow to give to
you as a gift,
Is it really that hard to see I'm the same as you and
have feelings to?
Surprising isn't it that even with M.S. I still have
needs, wants, hopes, and dreams to.
All I'm asking is to not look at the stigmatism
society has placed on me because of my disabilities,
Look past the disabilities, Look Inside my heart and
soul and Please Find ME.....
written by Debbie Frensley November 07, 2002
*On Every Journey There Is A Meaning*
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Walking
Walking
Took a walk today, down the road
Along the way I see not a toad
But a deer in the distance, standing so still
It stood there so silent, I thought it not real
I walked down the dirt road, away from my home
Away from that ho hum, I walked all alone
I walked through the creek, that was visibly low
The leaves in the water, moved visibly slow
I walked up that back hill, where we would mow hay
I walked down the pasture, where I sometimes lay
I walked back to my home, to the bedroom I went
Thinking of my walk, and the time that I spent
This was a daydream, of time that has past
Legs are too weak now, to move near that fast
But daydreams are fun when the subject is clear
Of memories you treasure and hold oh so dear
Sue Eichelberger..Bless us all
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The Gift of The Five Senses
Smell can be our favorite, the flowers or perfume
A place or just a person, when they walk into a room
Bad smell can also, take our memory far
Smell can be our friend or create a mental jar
Taste can give us pleasure, from food or drink so fine
Those tasty treats or grand meals, that pleasure is sure mine
Bad taste can bring us laughter, or make our mouth sure frown
You look for the drink or something nice to quickly wash it down
Hearing brings such soothing, the music from a room
From modern to the classics, your choice of which shall loom
Bad sounds will let us know quick, when we're needed now!
Usually turns out all right, lowering that brow
Touch, oh touch, how many
does it take to know just when
It feels so right, and yet we ask
, how long has it really been?
Bad touch can bring a pain, from an unknown source
Pay attention always, you should always stay the course
Seeing would be my favorite, the colors and the sight
of God's creation of the world, I see his wonderful might
Sight for me the blessing, to help me through each day
The only time I don't mind, to close my eyes to pray
Seeing only bad things, this person will never be
If you look for the bad and not the good that's all you'll ever see
THANK YOU SUE
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JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was
falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were
young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning,
for a soldier died today.
© 1987 A. Lawrence Vaincourt
BILL, FROM ENGLAND..........
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