I threw out my back.
It wasn’t much good anyway.
While I was at it,
I put my feet on notice.
What naughty part will be next?
That tongue has been a bit sharp lately.
My hands will do whatever I say.
They are very shaky.
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were you writing about me? :) I loved it!!...thanks..M
ReplyDeleteI write about us all, at some point or another, I fear.
ReplyDeleteClever poem! I enjoyed that!
ReplyDeleteHow I love Brave women...and good poetry!
ReplyDeleteOh, I LIKE this! Love the way you tied the trait of being compliant to the shakiness of hands.
ReplyDeleteoooo...i really like the way you think.
ReplyDeletei especially appreciate the way you string those thoughts together and make ME think...
lovely writing today.
feel better.
I like this poem very much, Cynthia. Thanks for your generosity in sharing something so excellent. Found your site through Gordon's.
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