I am a poet until the day I die.

Perhaps longer, if I try.

Although MS and I did meet

It never did defeat,

The poet inside.

She will always be alive.

No I can no longer teach a class.

That was great! Knew it wouldn’t last

Because nothing you Love last for long.

Just a matter of time till you sing a new song.

This poem will be here long after I die.

And that gives me comfort, allows me to sigh

I exist because I write it. In Hawaii, I wrote I exist in the sand.

Then it washed away with the tide without me lifting a hand.

I was 14 and not sick! But life travels quick .

And my MS grabbed me. I wasn’t so slick

To escape disability. But here is the trick,

When life throws you a curve ball, Just swing the bat.

Hit or Miss you’re in the game, simple as that.

I’m 46 and I still tick, That’s my motto this year.

Next year it’s still not so clear!

But I do know, I will write. So I exist.