I met a man today.
He was atleast twice my age.
But he seemed close to tears
when I spoke of my disease.
It's given to those of age.
And yet I'm still so young.
He said it wasn't fair.
I told him that it was life.
He said I shouldn't have to suffer.
But I hurt, so I deal.
He said I have a positive attitude.
I said it's the only thing keeping me going.
My life could be better.
But it could also be worse.
The point is I'm still alive.
So I'm acting like there's no death.
