The Yorkshire Man

The Yorkshire Man       sky

Everyone looks forward to making memories together

Come rain, come shine, whatever the weather

But sometimes, it doesn’t work out as we’ve planned

And the cards we’ve been dealt, are not the hand

We’ve assumed the path, our lives will take

And all our ideas, we may have to forsake

And we walk to road, that none would chose

When delivered a diagnosis, with the news

That one has a condition, that will change everything

With the pain and heartache and the tears it will bring

For this courageous man, I write these words

Whose love for his family, flies as high as the birds

With determination to never give in

And against all odds, he’s resolved to win

He’s a man from Yorkshire, who’s fighting a disease

That’s robbing his movement and his voice, it will seize

But with his strength of purpose, he remains steadfast

To fight this condition, he did not forecast

He knows he is already, losing his voice

So using technology, has become his choice

To preserve, how he sounds, for his girls and his wife

To remember him by, when he no longer has life

As one’s voice is as unique, as one’s face

He’s decided to record and to embrace

The help of thirty voices, that sound like his own

With its modulation, its rhythm and its tone

By moving his eyes and the use of infrared

He can spell out his words, which the computer speaks instead

But the beauty of this ability, is he keeps his identity

And doesn’t sound like a synthesized, generic non-entity

A preprogrammed voice, would just not be him

It would confuse his girls, which would be grim

So this machine makes all the difference in the world

For himself and his wife, but especially his girls

Diagnosed with MND, the cruelest disease

However much one prays, however much one pleas

It relentlessly progresses, as it steals one’s health

And carries on robbing, with its insidious stealth

But this concentrated man, has focused his mind

To not be its victim and has not resigned

Himself to be stopped in doing all the things

That makes him happy, that life brings

From zip wire and to driving, a Formula One

And flying a microlight, just had to be done

And tackling the terrain of the Yorkshire Moor

In his electric wheelchair, 4 x 4

He wants to make others more aware

Of this disorder, that’s so unfair

Six people in the UK, are diagnosed each day

And a third of these, in a year it will slay

So my thoughts and praise are with this man

Who against all odds, does what he can

Whilst he battles with this beast, he can’t control

But to enjoy every moment, now is his goal

I speak because I witnessed my father fight

This dreadful disease, with all his might

More money must be found, for a cure

So we all can be really sure

That this beast can be controlled

Before more stories like this, will be told.

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