Back Pain Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

The incessant pain within my back,
Defrays my thoughts from work in hand,
Lack of attention will make me crack,
If I can't concentrate on more than my back.

Have I strained a muscle or trapped a nerve?
This constant pain makes my cussin' heard,
I thank G-D I'm alone when I cry so,
For any visitors would surely go.

If I sit relaxed and watch T.V.,
Fall asleep or drink hot tea,
In a comfy position the pain does abate,
But when I get up, the pain does grate.

Between my spine and shoulder I feel sore,
The pain does linger for many long hours,
Why must I ache, day after day?
What have I done wrong, that for it I must pay?

‘If it hurts, I know it's there' ~ I used to say,
But as I grow older, for solace I do pray.
Let me live without pain, then happier be I,
And grateful forever, until ~ I do die.

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 May 2006