As I












As I am, I am not

As I was, I cannot


As you were, just a dream

As you are, so it seems


As we listened, just a lie

As we spoke, and we tried


As they watched, and we turned

As they fell and we learned




Today Is Tuesday




He smiles every time I see him

They call it work; it is not

This man so often reminds me

Of so many things I have forgot


The pure simple joy of being

Who I am without a care

Rarely complaining, like the rest of us

How this life can be so unfair


This Syndrome that afflicts him

Or so they like to say

Does not diminish or reduce my friend

In any true or meaningful way


Today it may not be Tuesday

Though it is every day for my friend

His right to each and every day

Is something I will always defend