My sterling blue eyes are blurring again,
My newly carved toes are sparkling jabs of fire,
The sugar fog rolling in to obscure my last thought.
And I'm tired, so tired, I am always spent out.
Check my sugar; take a pill; it is all in God's will;
Check my sugar; take a pill; it is all in God's will,
Check my sugar; take a pill; it is all in God's will,
Check my sugar; take a pill; it is all in God's will...
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diabetic-daily/
