Count Your Blessings
I have trouble sleeping
I am in considerable pain
I twist and turn, twist and turn
And twist and turn again
My back feels like it's breaking
My legs both have a twitch
My stomach is uncomfortable
Now I have a stitch
A stitch in time saves nine
I've read
Somewhere back in time
I can't remember who wrote it
Perhaps they could use mine
My Husband is sleeping
Comfortable and snug
I'll get up for a cup of tea
And settle for a mug
I sit down by myself
Unsettled and forlorn
That healthy young woman
Of yesterday
Has well and truly gone
Who is that old woman
Miserable and blue
I should count my blessings
It won't take very long
At the moment I have only two
One that I am still alive
And have lived longer than some
Two, my aching limbs are not hurting
Everything is numb
I must try to stop thinking
Dwelling on my ills
I'll take my medication
And a dozen coloured pills
Even though I'm sure that
They give me a pain in the head
I'll swallow this last pill
Then go off to bed
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2020
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