Autism, Autism
The questions we hold,
As we grow old of the stories told
Of the rumor of a cure,
We know is not pure.

The cure, The cure
It is not pure

This rumor, This rumor
Is just a detour
For I will take you on the tour
Of a child with Autism it is a blessing
Although it might keep you guessing

The Stories, The stories
Of a beautiful Autistic child
With his talents that will make you smile
For those who care for him and love him dear

My Son, My Son
Your outbursts will not effect me,
For I can detect with you are mad,
The reason of your sadness may not be suspect,
For I love you because you are perfect

My Patient, My Patient,
What should I do?
Your Disease is a struggle let me help you,
Let me give you the cure,
For which I know is not pure,
But let us test it on,
Trust me it is not obscure,
For I am a Doctor who is trying to find a cure,
But is not yet pure.

Poem For Autism
Autism, Autism
The questions we hold,
As we grow old of the stories told
Of the rumor of a cure,
We know is not pure.