Life's Frustrations

The ache within my fingers,
The pain within my thumb,
Sometimes for hours it lingers,
And it isn’t any fun.

It kills my ‘joie de vivre’,
It kills my wish to work,
It’s not that I am lazy,
Nor from work do I wish to shirk.

But pain makes one inactive,
It conquers all one’s mind,
One’s conscious of it daily,
It makes one feel unkind.

I need an extra effort,
To find active things to do,
To put the pain behind me,
To find work to see me through.

I write poems when frustrated,
When aspects of Life encompass me,
To show others that they’re not alone,
But have experiences, like me.

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R H 12 June 2006

A well crafted write with a gentle rhythm - I'm sure this will strike a chord with many. Kind regards, Justine

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