This is a poem I wrote for a Multiple Sclerosis poetry book... "I'd Lend You" copyright Bill Nash 2010

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I'd Lend You - Copyright Bill Nash
I'd lend you my feet if I thought then you'd know
You ask, "how does it feel?" and I can't begin to show you
I can only put out useless words that never can touch

I'd lend you my shins, so brittle and frail, but essential to standing and walking and balancing
Kind of like wooden legs... mostly useless for just about everything

I'd lend you my knees, but not for praying
Because they wouldn't hold you up for it
And you'd spend your prayer time wondering how you were going to get back up

I'd lend you my hands... when they still work they're useful
But it gets harder and harder, stiffer and stiffer they become
And I know one day they may completely fail me too

When there is no heat to make them sightless
Only perfect when cool times prevail, blind when not... can't see the forest or the trees

I'd lend you my brain...
Controller and hostle entity to all parts at once
Loser of memories and occasional phrases I'm wanting to use
And what was your name again?

I'd lend you my existence in this body of betrayal
If you were my enemy, it would be most fitting...
My friend, most devastating... I wouldn't do that to you

Just let me live without you knowing what this is like
That's my prayer, live long and healthy times
And I'll do what I can to carry on, and not get in your way
It's only this wish I'd like to lend you