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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I thought this was for old folks? my hair dark brown Just a little gray, I watch clever acidic comedies at night I have dreams, had hope but now the pain adds years My husband is cranky and my heart hurts as I listen These bones grind and my hands swell, my brain tired A set of spinal nerves sting, my body cries out for relief The sun covers the leaves into a bright yellow light Crows have cawed insistent demanding their morning nuts I hear a different caw, smaller, loud, worried screeching, The young in the tall pine do not trust their mother My dogs have eaten and lie down eyes closed waiting I need to take them out and they are quietly watching I have asked for their forbearance, my dogs are not nurses So many hours inside the house, walks now shorter They are sleeping their bellies rising up and down They rub against the carpet and stare looking at the Park The grey squirrels, small dogs barking, humans laughing Disappeared -- I focus at the computer reading about pain Wincing and groaning as I give them their dinners Questioning on the phone is there another way, But the pain demands action, the meds make me sick An old woman’s complaints, but this is not cancer again Something new, while doctors have opened the clinic The elderly thin, and grey haired stand tired in a line I curse trying to get on that bright blue dress For the X-Ray— apologize to a young girl in crutches And she laughs, so do I, the x-ray is ugly, another doctor To see, the virus is wandering around searching for prey Here I am once a counselor and friend but now… Just dealing with the worries of another declining day
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