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Once she was a singer, with potential.
Now she suffer's ill health and pain.

Submitted: May 09, 2012

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Submitted: May 09, 2012




I once was the singer who sang the song, composed the music and the lyrics danced along.

My melodies soulful, my ballads were true,

I once was the singer, never famous but happy too.

I once was the musician, played bass guitar

So many had tipped me as potentially going far.

Admired by many, encouraged by few

Yes I was the bass player, proud of the sound I produced.

I was the keyboard player, and still play today

Not to any audiences, studio‘s. occasionally .

Still composing melodies, so calming, such fun

I still write those lyrics but play them alone.

I sing and play keyboards, not like once I did

These days I can barely walk, my hands pain to touch

My spine tells the story, of what Stenosis can do

Arthritis has cost me my mobility too.

The day to day struggle of ill health is now what I know.

I once was the singer, my song is different now!




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