It's tangible, this inhaler I hold in my hand
How it affects my day, it affects my plans
How occasionally, I need to receive
A drug that helps me gasp and breath
And my aid is simple, and hidden away
Allows me to cope with life my way
I don't get questions like those with a crutch
Asking how it affects my life and such
Or those with glasses or a device in the ear
Necessary to help them see and hear
It's quite amazing, what we've managed
We can walk around perfectly fine with the aid of a bandage
And sometimes, we don't even see the crutch people hold
Sometimes it's too internal for an observer to behold
We're the modern generation. Stressed but we do as we're paid
As much as we can with our medical aids
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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2017/09/modern-day-aids.html
