'Help! ' Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

'HELP! '

Went round to the doctor today
For a review
To hear what he had to say
His real view

In the clamour to be alive
We drive our bodies to extremes
At times
Our mortal frames scream

We keep driving
Despite the many warning signs
Striving
To get a round of stretch in its sighs

When 'HELP! ' breaks news
That you need restoration
Your joints running dry and loose
The diagram of a skeleton on the wall becomes your consolation

Now you remember
The chin bone is connected to the neck bone
That every December
Sometimes, October or November dial the doctor's phone.

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