So what's your best achievement,
Nigh four decades have passed,
The thing that makes you oh so proud,
To make your name to last?
For some it's their accomplishments
Or academic gain,
Still others, the career they chose,
Which kept you all so sane.
Perhaps it's working hard and sore,
Which enabled you to thrive,
While paying in, so you could gain
That "Freedom fifty five".
For me, it's nothing that I did
That I am pleased to say,
But something that was done TO me
Which makes me proud today.
The syndrome that I had from birth,
Preventing living full,
Some of you may have witnessed it
But thought I was a fool.
I couldn't be a teacher
While standing 'top the class
If I took ill those pupils would
Have thought I was an ass.
A fireman, nurse, policeman
Were doors slammed in my face,
So why get a diploma
To watch them, me abase?
So trudging on, I laboured sore,
Though suff'ring woe and grief,
Wondering if there was in sight
A sign of some relief.
The greatest moment in my life
Now twenty two years free,
I was anaesthetised for my
Prefrontal lobotomy.
For thirty two long tiring years
Those seizures I endured,
Preventing me from 'living'
BUT......... I'm thrilled that I've been cured.
Ten hours under the scalpel,
Ten hours under the scalpel,
But I came through, with prayer,
Then weaning off the mass of pills
I'd had, - it seems, for e'er.
I have the dent upon my skull
At present, hid by hair
But should that fall I'll not be 'shamed
To tell why it is there.
So YES, it's proved, I HAVE a brain
They found it, I'll confess,
But hyphen is a MUST for this,
When I say, I'm brain - less.
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