My Body Laughs
I want to paint but it hurts to move or sit.
I sit and stare annoyed with this body now
She used to be compliant, a happy chit.
Now she wants to sleep, so we have a row.
We can sleep when we’re dead I argue away.
Knowing full well, souls do not die, they stay.
My body laughs, for she knows she is going away.
Taking one sliver at a time, making me miserable today.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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