Gremlin In Scrubs

I can talk about life and the sorrow it brings,

And the sadness that creeps into songs that it sings,

And the loss that it leaves in its wake every day,

How it rolls up and smooths out and goes on its way,

But the pains we remember seem somehow so near,

While those we forget are the ones we most fear.

Like what if one day I could no longer speak

And each word from my mouth just came out as a squeak.

Or how would I feel if I woke up one day

To find that my legs did not move the right way.

And I watched while the runners ran by on the street

Feeling only the weight of the world on my feet.