Sante
Here where the power of speech has gone
I’m the man who can’t stop talking
All my thoughts are racing now
Spinning out and tumbling
Yes, I do find it harder to walk the walk
Now it’s a bit more like shuffling
But since I no longer fear the reaper
Everything is just so much clearer
Clearer and closer and dearer and dearer
If I’ve not had a stroke of luck exactly
Then at least it was one of good fortune
But the Hospital Doctors’ diagnosis
Is the one that rings truest of all
It was all of that drinking and smoking they said
That almost cost you an arm and a leg



I am very impressed by this and your last two posts and awestruck that you have had the power and inspiration to write this post under the cirecumstances. Bon rétablissement et bonne année!
Brilliant words Peter, apart from the smoking I can empathise !!