I’ve just discovered what it is.
‘What’s what? ’ ~ I hear you say.
The discovery was finally made,
By me ~ yesterday.
For years I’ve had discoloured legs,
Below the knees ~ both ~ red and sore.
The result of steroids needed by me,
Daily ~ for evermore.
The sore legs they do ulcerate,
And pain me occasionally,
The Medical Books to me relate,
‘Varicose Ulcers’ ~ them to be.
The Remedy is rest ~ yet more rest,
‘Raise the legs above your heart’
An impossible task when one is tall,
How do I do so? ~ How do I start?
I must take care not to knock my legs
On edges of tables, yet again,
For if I do, the ulcers weep,
Resulting in yet more pain.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 14 June 2006
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