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Noisome Dragons Slain
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again,
Rapturing the light of another splendid day
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Reintroducing me to a night of nagging pain
Beneath this quilted coverlet for solace I will lay,
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again.
I foresee the wee hours of a hot, searing chain
Tightening around my joints, it is no simple play
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Strange, so apparent, it comes when I have lain
On my bed in peaceful slumber come what may,
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again.
Though those who know explain arthritis plain
And I know nothing about the condition is fey,
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
Is there some moral lesson one suffers to gain?
To dread the early morning hours in this way
Sad the dark of night has fallen once again,
Wherein I have many noisome dragons slain.
written March 11, 2022
Copyright ©
L Milton Hankins
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