Multiple Sclerosis
by Alvin Benatovich - January 2, 2000
It jacks you up
And slams you down.
It changes your smile
Into a frown.
It steals the memory,
Confusing all thought,
Making one fatigued
And completely distraught.
No more earning a paycheck.
Can't remember how to find,
Places whose location
Should be clear in your mind.
With friends you meet
But can not stay,
The noise alone
Chases you away.
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