Its All About Me
I want to say sorry
For being remiss
I tend to worry
As I look at the list
Of the appointments I
Have to
Keep, every week.
I get such care for the
Cures that I seek.
Everything is fading
And it seems far away.
I have glaucoma
Diabetes as well,
Three types of Arthritis
That hurts like hell.
I see a heart specialist,
And lung specialists, too and
Peripheral Neuropathists to name
Just a few,
IBS that messes with my tum
I no longer have control
Of my bum.
I go to physio classes,
Twice a week.
I have a hoarse voice,
I cough and wheeze when I speak.
I am not writing this for sympathy
Life has been very good to me
I don't know how to explain
In any other way
What I started to say
I have had so much encouragement from PS
It has caused much happiness
I have become very slow
And have lost my get-up and go
So without further ado
I want to apologise to all of you
Who have kindly taken the time
To comment on my simple rhyme
And I have yet to answer you.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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