Presently I haven't forgotten this, nor do I WANT to, but with passing time the memory could well fade, hence the event in rhyme :- MY LONGEST SEIZURE Growing up with seizures, Though mostly, very mild, I had gotten used to them, Had had them, from a child. There was a quite severe one When I was twenty five, In hindsight, I am very blessed That I am still alive. No transport, but my bicycle, It was ten speed, the best, Faster 'twas, than walking, Of that, you can attest. I also did some swimming And in mid week would go A-cycling to the swimming pool Some laps do, to and fro. I NEVER hid from others, My disability, Friends and all relations Would know, that that, was me. One evening, on my journey down, A head formed battle, felt, I tried to say 'you'll be okay' But fate, the seizure, dealt. With providence, I landed Away from traffic flow, The first thing I did notice, Was ambulance, on the go. Two girls I'd met the previ
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies