12-25-2016, 09:21 AM
Lately I've been mostly well... enough to say
I am not ill but verging on it. Every day
I am aware of stiffening round my moving parts...
fingers, you know, elbows and toes,
knees not so much, but then it starts.
Imagination...dread increases...
check blood pressure, glance at faeces;
damn that beetroot...angst just grows.
Maybe I should see the doctor, tell him straight
I'm not quite ill. Surely there should be a pill
to give you strength to write your will
with some conviction that you're dying;
if not, it's not for want of trying.
No, right now I don't feel great,
but I am not quite ill.
tectak2016
I am not ill but verging on it. Every day
I am aware of stiffening round my moving parts...
fingers, you know, elbows and toes,
knees not so much, but then it starts.
Imagination...dread increases...
check blood pressure, glance at faeces;
damn that beetroot...angst just grows.
Maybe I should see the doctor, tell him straight
I'm not quite ill. Surely there should be a pill
to give you strength to write your will
with some conviction that you're dying;
if not, it's not for want of trying.
No, right now I don't feel great,
but I am not quite ill.
tectak2016