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THE LAMENT OF AN ARTHRITIC PEOPLE GREETER
Altho poetry--lovely poetry--is in my soul,
Prose--dreary prose--takes its toll.
is that a return, go to customer service,
yes, we have no lottery tickets here, let me
get a shopping cart for you, we are open
twenty-four hours, yes, it is very hot, please
may i have your receipt, try aisle eight in the
grocery area, and so on and so on day after each
painful day...
Eleventh hour comes at last; working day is finally past,
A painful walk as legs have little power,
And the short drive home seems to take an hour,
Moan and GROAN in pain to house and bed,
To fall in there with "another day, another dollar" said,
Then weary thoughts of no spiritual gain--
Only dreary prose and physical pain!
Prose--dreary prose--takes its toll.
is that a return, go to customer service,
yes, we have no lottery tickets here, let me
get a shopping cart for you, we are open
twenty-four hours, yes, it is very hot, please
may i have your receipt, try aisle eight in the
grocery area, and so on and so on day after each
painful day...
Eleventh hour comes at last; working day is finally past,
A painful walk as legs have little power,
And the short drive home seems to take an hour,
Moan and GROAN in pain to house and bed,
To fall in there with "another day, another dollar" said,
Then weary thoughts of no spiritual gain--
Only dreary prose and physical pain!
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THE LAMENT OF AN ARTHRITIC PEOPLE GREETER
THE LAMENT OF AN ARTHRITIC PEOPLE GREETER