Wednesday 19 June 2013

Prosaic, Encumber, Laudable

Prosaic,
The word people used
To describe my life.
They thought I was
Always a cheerful,
Innocent and healthy child.

But I wasn't
Never was.

My life is filled with encumbers
Every corner I see,
Everywhere I go.
What made me this way,
I don't know.

But I know I have something special
A partial duplex on my left kidney,
Thyroid neurotropic symptom
And amnesia.

Yes, I don't have any symptoms of it,
I don't have depression either,
Even the doctor was surprised.
That was what made me

A laudable person
Because I treat myself like
Any other normal person
And look like anyone else.