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For A While...For a while I haven't written anything, Things have been a tad up the wall; I've not had the ‘feeling' to write you see, It's like; I haven't had the ‘call'. Now I've always been prolific, You can ask anyone you please, They will tell you the same thing, I write my poetry with ease! But I guess my heads been everywhere, I mean, I've had a lot going on, The health's gone west, not at my best, Yep, my life sure isn't any fun! So my ribs are a mess and agony, They drive me up the wall! And every time I move in my sleep, Poor Rich gets disturbed by my call! The call being shouted out loud; ‘My ribs, my ribs, my ribs, this pain!' Then I settle down for sleep... Only to shout out again and again! My sleep isn't much; and never all night, Of that I can tell you true, And apart from my steroid jabs every 3 months, There just isn't really anything I can do! I go every 3 months into hospital, And in theatre my doctor works on me, As I shout out in pain as he touches my ribs, Cos it's a pain so out of sight you see. But after 3 days in bed resting, Hoping my pain eases hopefully; a lot, Cos I can't cope with it on top of the rest, But I guess I have accepted my lot. Again... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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