Three things you can't run from. Old age, death and taxes.
I don't even think about my Arthritis, Since it was eclipsed by the pain of Bursitis; And even that barely rates a mention, Since my neuralgia over rides it's retention. My fallen arches I barely notice, Since the varicose veins in my legs diagnoses, The reason I reach for a sleeping pill, When I get off my feet and my legs won't be still. Whenever I find a new pain it's a blessing, Takes my mind off the other things I've been addressing. Seems the stiffness and pains of old age are upon me. I'm just not the spritely young thing that I used to be.
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