Never Complain, Never Explain Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

You ever notice,
if you break your arm,
each friend shows such dismay
at your account
and then,
(though you're the one
who's come to harm)
each tells THEIR tale of pain,
the type,  amount?
You ever notice 
how they know 
so much about the ins and outs 
of treatment,  
share the symptoms, warnings,
firm advice and such,
as if your doctor 
doesn't know your care?
They mean well. 
But they wonder why I stall,
as each detail and clue 
they try to learn.
It's really not 
about MY health at all.
Their OWN health ought to be 
their main concern.
I'll not report, excuse,  
take heed or whine.
Now all you need to know 
is that- I'm fine.