Its true. <br />This disease has been making me blue. <br />Fifteen years of cursed problems. <br />i was fit and healthy. <br />Before I got diagnosed. <br />now most of the things I loved to eat. <br />The off limits, the sign says closed. <br /> <br />My doctor said a long life is possible. <br />Without complication, no guarantee is given. <br /> <br />I tired of having to look at the wrapper to see if I don't get ill. <br />High sugar or low. <br />My body is like a boxer. <br />I'm tired of being dealt blows. <br />To my fragile body. <br />I walk three miles a morning. <br />But by twelve noon. <br />I'm yawning. <br /> <br />Sometimes I have a bad day - have too much food. <br />Just so I be like someone healthy. <br />But the results on my glucose meter. <br />Show me the bad news. <br />I'd call up John Lee Hooker. <br />And I would write, 'I've got the Diabetes blues' <br /> <br />My eyes are now at risk. <br />I had a lucky escape. <br />A life in the dark <br />Not being able to see. <br />Not able to see my wife. <br />My incentive to get better. <br />Confirmed by my consutant. <br />The Greek Goddess. <br />She said she was amazed. <br />I know I'm ddoing good. <br />But could someone send me a recipe. <br />To make salds taste like a Donner Kebab. <br />The I would eat it till i was fat.<br /><br />Ibrar Siddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-being-diabetic/
