A MAN CALLED JERRY LEWISPosted Jul-16-08 08:27:48 PDT A MAN CALLED JERRY LEWIS I’ve never met the man in person, Yet he’s truly changed my life. The MDA is where I turned. When torn with pain and strife. I was just a six month newlywed, When I had to tell my bride. I had this strange neuromuscular disease. The task just tore me up inside. Now I sit here in a wheelchair. That MDA has helped to pay. If we had to buy it all ourselves. We could’ve never found a way. But Jerry’s done more than just help buy chairs, Through my life he’s given me laughter. He also helps raise needed funds for research. So kids with MD have a happily ever after. Without the MDA and Jerry Lewis, I shudder to imagine. Were we’d be concerning research. Would there be a place that kids can camp in? This simple poetic letter for Jerry. Can truly never measure up. This man called Jerry devoted his life. So Muscular Dystrophy can’t tear us up. (Thank You Jerry Lewis!) Copyright ©2008 (Humanitarian Poet)
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