Feb 2023
I no longer walk the forest paths and listen to natures call
You see I have a crippled spine and can no more walk at all
You know five years ago I was fit and spry with no more challenges to meet
But now I'm just a broken man who can't control his feet
You see my brain and legs no longer talk, the message can't get through
So now I live in a downstairs flat with just brick and concrete to view
There was no warning that I could see, overnight became a crippled wreck
But what the hell at least I'm still breathing
And so now I have time on my hands, time to write and paint
But those forest trails still fill my mind though the memory grows faint
You see I have a crippled spine and can no more walk at all
You know five years ago I was fit and spry with no more challenges to meet
But now I'm just a broken man who can't control his feet
You see my brain and legs no longer talk, the message can't get through
So now I live in a downstairs flat with just brick and concrete to view
There was no warning that I could see, overnight became a crippled wreck
But what the hell at least I'm still breathing
And so now I have time on my hands, time to write and paint
But those forest trails still fill my mind though the memory grows faint
Luckily I can still walk about 300 metres using a walking stick, imagine that you've had about 15 pints of beer and that will give you an idea of what I look like when I walk. A lot of my time now is spent carving the walking sticks that I need for support. You know I felt pretty miserable when I could no longer carry on with life as it was but then I realised there are thousands of people worse off than me
