Pain Pain and more pain again
it seems much worse in the cold and rain
Pain pain you are driving me mad
you are in joints I never knew I had
You are in my arm then in my hand
then my legs I can barely stand
popping pills just like sweets
Is there nothing that this pain can't defeat
Please pain killers stop this pain
So I can live a normal life again
The doctor said that it is my age
help me doctor control my rage
the doctor will say to me and he will say it to you
with arthritis there is nothing I can do
crippling arthritis
acetaminophen pills
a quick pain relief
with me its my knees
hands for mother and sister
arthritic ankles for dad
it all comes along with age
reminding us of every major break
lucky huh?
Arthritis in my knees, my buttocks and my toes
Arthritis in my elbows, my calves, and my nose
Age brought arthritis into me good and hard.
I’m sure there’s a poem in this, said the optimistic bard.
I have arthritis in both ankles
Of course there are probably worse places.
But at this second, when I cannot walk,
I cannot imagine where these places are.
After years of struggling with my knee
Years of being stuck to a needle
When I was sure I couldn't take another blow
Doctors came and told me my other knee was shot
It had been struck with osteoarthritis
And there was need to use two crutches
Cause if I didn't I'd make it worse
And I was too afraid to be stuck on a wheelchair
I knew I needed something to give
Give way so that I could see the light
A light at the end of the tunnel
For I was going through a dark phase
The pain was loud my ears couldn't bare
And my teeth would gnaw as I tried to set the foot down
Each time I'd limp back to my seat
And watch on at just how arthritis had taken a toll
At the eleventh hour, when the time was neigh
The meds kicked in and slowly I was back to my feet
After two weeks of medicating, I'd chosen this bitter pill
Over the other pill, for I still had to fight for I had a lot to look forward to
The PO£T
Antique dog
lies sleeping in sun
arthritis
Autumn sneaks early into September
With cloudy days and cooler temp,
A feeling of fall in the morning air
Arthritis is back, causing me to limp.
Thank goodness for dear ol’ Ben Gay
With his sweet smell of peppermint,
He helps me make it through the day
By applying his soothing, minty scent.
The pain is real, the ache depresses
With stiffness that won’t go away,
We all have those minor distresses
Unfortunately, Arthritis plans to stay!
Written September 10, 2022
I once knew a man named Youth.
He lived nearby.
He had friends named Hope and Faith.
They lived nearby too.
The youth moved away.
Hope and Faith soon followed him.
They all moved to a town called Past.
I cannot find it. It is not on the map. It is gone.
My new neighbors are,
Mr. Arthur Itis,
Ms. Regret Decisions,
Ms. Hyper Tension
and
Mr. Permanent Mistakes.
They are not as much fun as Youth, Hope, and Faith.
I sure wish I could find the town called Past.
Arthritis in my finger
Arthritis in my toe
All day long
Wherever I do go
Aches and pains
With every step or poke
Taking my energy
Aging is not a joke
Arthritis in my wrist
Arthritis in my knee
I wish I had been as careful
As others seemed to be
Is my finger broken or has arthritis set in?
It’s swollen, pink, sore and no longer thin.
The nurse asked if I fell. I say no.
Then I remembered the day of the snow.
I fell on concrete steps. If hurt a great deal.
It happened at work, but here is my real…
I went through workman’s comp a long time ago.
With every claim the answer was no.
They would not pay most of my bills.
Not for the wheelchair or for the pills.
Two thousand dollars that accident cost me.
Yes, at home last month, I lied to Nurse Bee.
In its grip,
each bone to chafe and grind
All joints,
regifted vestibules of pain
Motion stalls,
as swelling wraps each limb
Sleep the angry victim
—time’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Ask
anyone
about
autumn's
air
and
arthritis -
Already
appear
at
aunt's
arms
and
ankles -
Accepting
affliction
24/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Why don’t we hastily clean that last room, I hear my traitor side say.
You moron, I’ve already cleaned two inches of kitchen. I need to play.
Now, says the intense voice, unfriendly, and decisively hard.
Forgetting I am no cleaner or cook, now that I am a bard.
Ouch! Yells my right ankle. Gone is my right foot, thanks to arthritis.
What will you do next to me, voice? Issue me a bit of bursitis?
My will
stronger
than my body
I am
stubborn
to the bone
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