Once I used to envision myself.
As a muscled-up risk taker…
Hold on to your victories now,
Before the wheelchair and caretaker.
I celebrated every happy day,
With each full glass of wine…
Until the doctors broke the news,
I was running out of time.
There were hundreds of possibilities,
Yet I could think of none…
Then after one day in the hospital,
The doctors discovered, one.
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