My life, pretty much, consists of
pain, medication, doctor appointments
and trips to the pharmacy.
That's my life,
pain, meds, doctor's offices
and well-worn magazines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sympathise with you, but you also write excellent poetry, here in the UK all the magazines in the doctors waiting room are usually months out of date lol best wishes Lynda