Nothing hurts me, only pain,
In the bright sun, or in the rain.
My knees and elbows show disdain.
Nothing hurts me only pain,
No matter what I tell my brain.
It seems I always grab that cane.
Nothing hurts me, only pain,
Of my old joints, it is the bane.
But no one listens, so why complain.
5/8/11 Alton Texas
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