Carpal Tunnel - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
At first you note a tightness and
your grip has lost its youth.
It comes and goes, at last it stays
you ask for diagnosis.
'Oh, Carpal Tunnel', so they say
a nerve that's pinched so badly
that you will only suffer more,
unless you see the surgeon.
What they do not, but should, of course
reveal the secret treatment
for most of those who suffer so
a vitamin, so simple.
So, do you wonder why the hush
when this is so effective?
And no one seems to know the truth,
Perhaps it is the money.
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