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.