THIRTY TWO, that was the age
But also, when I could have been
For rest of life, ‘brain dead’
You see, an offer had been made,
By my neurologist,
T’attempt to rid me of the plight
That from birth, did exist.
The episodes, though short they were,
Whene’er malfunction rose,
The brain would freeze, do something strange,
Remember some of those.
While other times, I needed told
" You had another ‘fit’ "
Informed me then, what I had done,
I chuckled some, admit.
Some long, or short, some laughable,
‘tLeast one, quite scary, too,
No one e’er knew when they’d attack,
They didn’t come, on cue.
I never fell down on the floor
A-writhing in a heap,
The brain was locked in certain mode,
Exhausted, I could sleep.
However, thankful, I now am,
They’re gone, THIRTY TWO years,
I’m surely blessed, when I reflect,
Shed many ‘greatful’ tears
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