My hands have done a lot in life,
A sign language interpreter for one,
They saved the life of a child one day,
But now, the strength in them has gone.
It became so hard to write, so I don't,
So I type, but typing's really hard to do,
I'm a bit of a conundrum you see,
I think I'm a pain in the backside too!
The bones in my hands are killing me!
They just won't move when I wake up,
I have to put them in hot water,
And hope they melt in a huge cup!
I wake up through the night in agony,
My hands all bent and in such pain,
It really does my head in, it does,
Pain all over my body again!
But though it kills me to type,
I will never give it up, no way!
Even if it's only one poem a month!
Just like this one month poem today!