Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will there be another fall
Save me from my stupid choices
Don’t make me listen to the voices
Morphine calls to subdue the pain
I feel like I’ve lived life in vain
No more tears – stiff upper lip
Please help me get a grip
No more booze, just fruit juice
Or else sanity will cut me loose
Mantra to the god’s that be
Give me strength to drink some tea
( I rarely, almost never, do humorous poetry, but after a recent fall, this poem is an anecdote to the residual pain. As they say, laughter is the best medicine. )
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Very clever. I hope you’re recovery is progressing nicely.
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Thank-you, Fandango. Healing takes time when one is a bit ancient. At least, there were no broken bones. Life is filled with the unexpected. 😉
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Thank goodness it was a fall that however painful, you can recover from. I was afraid it might be worse. Heal quickly. I know your pain, sister!!
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Thank-you, Judy. I’m able to laugh about it now. 🙂
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All fodder for the blog!
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Ended up that way I guess, but still limping in the aftermath.
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Gosh Olga! Great poem – love that you have turned your accident into a positive piece of wordsmithing. Rest up, take Arnica and take care. ❤
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Thank-you, Sandra. Inspiration takes many forms. Ha ha! Interesting that I did discover Arnica a little while back. It’s very effective for muscle strain and pain. ❤
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND SO LET IT BE! 🙂
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