Created August 27, 2007 by: starby@cox.net
Still I Ride
(Google Still I Rise by Maya Angelou)
Some deal with MS differently
Does my sassiness upset you?
Just like moons and the sun,
Did you think you'd see me broken?
Does my high and cheerful spirit lift you?
You may send me kind words by e-mail,
Does my physicality upset you?
Again with my team, because we think the same
With bitter, cut short lives,
MS may trod me in the very dirt
But still, through dust, I'll ride.
That I am not beset with gloom?
'Cause I ride homemade contraptions
Sometimes stored in my living room?
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hope springing high,
Still I'll ride.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
I don't seem to take it hard
When I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may pledge tons of dough,
You may stuff me full of chocolate,
But still, with flair, I'll ride.
Does it come as a surprise
That I ride like I'm part robot
At the meeting of my thighs?
I ride
Fighting against MS, our efforts lessen its pain
I ride
Next to the ocean, on tires not very wide,
Sweating and pedaling by the surf and the tide.
Leaving behind baggage of worry and fear
I ride
Towards a future that's wondrously clear
I ride
With the gifts that my friends and family gave,
I bring hope to those MS has made a slave,
I ride
I ride
I ride.
*B