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SO   SAYETH   THE    LEG     (the right one, of course)


leg has me failed again
I drag it behind me some days

it reminds me it is attached to me
at night
the pain nagging
me like a neglected housewife

I am too young to be this way

I look in the mirror and
my unlined face speaks to me
"oh, let's go dancing, it would be great fun..."
but leg fails me again

I don't want any pity
or advice
I think of these words as
a sort of soliloquy
I am talking now to leg
and asking leg why has leg failed me

leg is mute
leg has no words
its words are throbbing
sometimes sharp
"leg I was once so proud of you"
I say
"you were a good friend to your mate
I fear your uselessness..."

leg reminds me that we thrive
when we are together thrashing in the pool
and
perhaps I ought to grow a single leg
to become a mermaid
(just like my favorite story by Mr. H. C. Anderson)

"leg be reasonable..."
I say
"I've many miles to go
before my life is done..."

then have faith
says leg



Copyright September 17, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author
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Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World

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