Pain Poem by Juan Olivarez
Pain
One day it's my waist,
Next day it's my knees.
I have trigger finger,
It hurts when I sneeze.
My joints are all creaking,
My back's out all day.
I keep popping pills,
And I smell like Bengay.
Oh well, c'est la vie,
What else can I say?
God just give me the strength,
To get up everyday.
8/17/13 Alton Texas
Only people of a certain age group could appreciate this poem. Sadly, I'm one of them, haha. Good job describing what we go through daily.
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4/25/2024 11:57:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, amen brother! Ain't it the truth now! Good one pal.