Arthritis

by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016 For all who suffer Arthritic pain they know when it’s going to rain aches in joints, won’t go away just got to get through another day We all have it to some degree I know you feel it more than me I try to support you when I can and do some jobs, but I’m just a man Can’t do the wash the way you like I think it’s only in your psych blacks and whites don’t wash together hang things out, but watch the weather That can fade, hang inside out that will need three pegs no doubt hang by the top, to keep it straight coat hanger there, to take the weight cooking needs a whole new plan I used to cook as a single man but eggs and bacon wont suit her needs something fancy, full of seeds Steak Dianne, that sounds real nice Worcester sauce and oven fries thickened cream and parsley fine a dash of Brandy, or maybe wine I really wish that I could do it people say there’s nothing to it if that’s what she wants, then all I say you can make it, when your better eh. Housekeeping is where I really shine vacuum, dusting, it all looks fine don’t move the armchairs, don’t look behind ‘cause if you do, then dust you’ll find Then into the bathroom, that’s a lovely place scrub the grout and tiles, till you can see your face all the glass and mirrors, must be bright and clean and finish with the toilet bowl, polished to a sparkling sheen. I proudly say “I’m Finished” (it’s taken me 2 days) and now comes the inspection, to learn the error of my ways that’s nice she says, its saved me time, and I’m feeling better too and the rain may clear tomorrow, so thanks a lot to you. (she’s nice)