This morning I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to have my blood drawn. I was mentally making a list of things to ask the doctor about when I thought “This is boring; why don’t you put it in verse.” So I did:
Linda’s Lament
Dry mouth at night
Disturbing my sleep;
Leaves me real tired
And ready to weep.
Achy old joints
Are far from the best;
They make rising to walk
An intolerable test.
My uncertain legs
Are shaky and sore.
Sneeze at me now
And I’ll fall on the floor.
Morbid obesity,
Newly acquired,
Makes everything worse,
With starvation required.
Hair falling out
And dry itchy skin,
My personal appearance
Is not what it’s been.
I’m living old age
Not getting around,
But bless me, I’m struggling,
And still above ground.