For All they can Do, they Do so Little

Technology
Has not yet caught up to me.
The Human Spirit
Cannot be undone or overcome.
Some days the warrior is aided by a pill
Other days, the Spirit
supercedes the ills.

But when the Spirit can only do so much,
And medicine can not do much more,
Frustration sets in,
Anger makes thin
The patience with modern life
That leads one to water
But cannot make one drink
Or fix a body at some point.

I tell the man in the white coat, again,
My BRAIN is recovering, now
about the rest of me--how
Come you cannot fix my spine
I am sooner regaining my mind
Only to see that my ability is limited
By a complex interplay
of small insults
That work together and form significant faults
Which limit walking and moving and sleep and such
And exhaust resources
Far too much.

But,
The man says,
Technology has not
Caught up with me
To make a long story short.
One poignant problem can sucessfully be repaired,
But several things playing ping-pong with neurons
Is quite another thing to be fared--

So until the day that
The technology supercedes
Me,
I will still need
Technology
to nearly free me,
Technology to try to suceed in life
Technology just to be, me.