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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