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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reflections Of A Stroke Survivor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look in the mirror, <br>And what I see<br>Is a stranger looking back at me<br>He does look like me<br>But something's not right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks like he's had a bit of a fright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walks with a stick and he looks like hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He doesn't seem happy from what I can tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of his arms hangs limp by his side</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A condition that's meant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He often has cried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But at least he survived, should be thankful for that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cause he ain't got nine lives like the proverbial cat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Part of his brain has died so they say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they did what they could then they sent him away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He used to play football and golf did this chap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now he's got a real handicap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he's hung up his boots</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his clubs gather dust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're no use to him now his body is bust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day is a struggle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not much of a life<br>Good job he's got a wonderful wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 2 beautiful sons so</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is not bad<br>He may be a burden but he's still a Dad <br> <br>And a husband as well 'til death do us part</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Though life as it stands just breaks his heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He constantly dreams of a time now long gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When arms and legs worked and he could be fun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's been to a dark place inside of his head</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where his demons would tell him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're better off dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The demons have gone now and all that remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is a broken down body that can no longer play games</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pray for the day when the guy that I see<br>Stands tall and strong and smiles back at me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So what will the future bring? I cannot tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with his family beside him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure it bodes well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look in the mirror, <br>And what I see<br>Is a stranger looking back at me<br>He does look like me<br>But something's not right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks like he's had a bit of a fright<br>He walks with a stick and he looks like hell<br>He doesn't seem happy from what I can tell<br>One of his arms hangs limp by his side<br>A condition that's meant<br>He often has cried<br>But at least he survived, should be thankful for that<br>'Cause he ain't got nine lives like the proverbial cat<br>Part of his brain has died so they say<br>So they did what they could then they sent him away<br>He used to play football and golf did this chap<br>But now he's got a real handicap<br>So he's hung up his boots<br>And his clubs gather dust<br>They're no use to him now his body is bust<br>Each day is a struggle<br>It's not much of a life<br>Good job he's got a wonderful wife<br>And 2 beautiful sons so<br>All is not bad<br>He may be a burden but he's still a Dad <br>And a husband as well 'til death do us part<br>. Though life as it stands just breaks his heart.<br>He constantly dreams of a time now long gone<br>When arms and legs worked and he could be fun<br>He's been to a dark place inside of his head<br>Where his demons would tell him<br>You're better off dead<br>The demons have gone now and all that remains<br>Is a broken down body that can no longer play games<br>I pray for the day when the guy that I see<br>Stands tall and strong and smiles back at me.<br>So what will the future bring? I cannot tell<br>But with his family beside him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure it bodes well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Francis+Carter">David Francis Carter</a><div class=q>
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Is a stranger looking back at me
He does look like me
But something's not right

He looks like he's had a bit of a fright

He walks with a stick and he looks like hell

He doesn't seem happy from what I can te..."></div>
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