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Oh Bones Of Mine...At 3AM...Oh these bones, these bones of mine, They ache and pain all the flippin' time! I've got the creepy crawly arthritis all over, Me life is not a bed of clover! I take me meds and go to bed And I try to rest me weary head! But me bones are sore, won't give me peace, So I take more meds to give me release But the meds don't work and am cryin' now, I need to be pain free but don't know how! So I toss and turn in agonising pain, Oh cor blimey, am goin' insane! I went to the doctor and told of my plight, And said; 'Dear Doctor, I can't sleep at night! Me meds don't work, I'm just a mess, But to look at me, you'd never guess!' She told me straight, and broke me heart, Said; 'Catherine dear, I don't know where to start!' I asked her what it was she meant, And she informed me that me bones are bent! Well golly gee, and whoopy wow! If I didn't know that then, I sure do now! I'm bent sideways, oh dear me, What a ruddy sight to see! If anyone wants to know my height, I ponder and wonder about my plight! Cos if I stand on me left leg I'm 5 foot 3... If I stand on me right leg, oh glory be! I walk hip hop all the day long, Wibble, wobble Catherine, is that a song? If I wana boogie, am half way there, Cos I can touch the floor sittin' in me chair! I also do a mean, lean wheelchair rock! But I wear me trousers, can't wear a frock! And when everyone struggles to do the jive, That's when me and me chair come alive! Cos am almost on the floor you see! So I rock and bob and jive -oh typical me!! But though me bones are a hell of a mess, To look at me, you'd never guess. Cos I don't show my pain to anyone, To be quite honest, I don't spoil the fun! So when I need to sob and cry I do it alone, and I'll tell you why! It's cos I won't let others see me and worry, Cos they sure the hell get in a flurry! What they don't know won't upset them, Cos they would be the same when it's bad again! So I take my meds to knock me out, Stay in bed till me pains worn out! Then there I'll be, with me smile in place, And show the world a beaming face! So there's no worry and no-one knows, And I wear me mask till me pain goes Goes back to the way it is each day But as long as I keep the worst at bay! Then I'll continue to cope, as only I can do, And the strength inside me will pull me through! ...As It Does Each Day... ***BUT*** ...One-Day-At-A-Time... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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