The Complainer
The Complainer
I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
People say I'm lucky, that I could have arthritis
Or a bad back.
But my backs all right and I don't have arthritis.
What do I care for bad backs and arthritis?
I got a bum knee; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
Your problems are your own, nobody elses;
But to you, your problems are the thing that's most important.
So you see? I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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