I may appear to be fit and strong <br />but that impression is completely wrong. <br />My grip on life is becoming less each day <br />and I can’t hold things in the normal way. <br /> <br />If I need to pee I have to go straight a way <br />where once I could hold it for hours each day. <br />I also cannot concentrate like I used to do <br />and a thought only lasts for a moment or two. <br /> <br />I once held dear the memories of my childhood days, <br />but now I can’t even remember what I was about to say. <br />At one time I could hold my breath for a very long time, <br />now I’d be lucky if I could hold it for a count of nine. <br /> <br />There’s another thing I can’t hold my alcohol like I used to do, <br />what I don’t spill goes to my head, or straight down the loo. <br />But I have found something I can hold for twice as long, <br />besides the obvious, it’s the new found ability to hold my tongue.<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-outside-4/
