It appears the poetry muse is back
Oh woe is me, obese me!
I know, it’s just a wobble.
This grizzling grown woe he,
I groan, I moan, I hobble.
Stiff soreness, new aches, new pains,
Too overweight; I gobble.
Energy waxes and wanes,
‘Not enough’ brain’s at the core;
All good intent to nobble.
I groan and drone on some more.
Drag my ragbag ailments out.
Spring air’s chilly for my toes
Is this a symptom of gout?
Need socks with thongs to warm those,
Believed ne’er the twain shall meet.
Once airs and graces to show
Now putting right on’s a feat.
Sat while ironing clothes today,
Stand to shower, shave’s too long
First time for all, so they say.
Spirit’s lifted. Quite enough
Of this meandering verse
Boring readers, they could puff
And drop dead, call the hearse!
theINFP 
Ha ha! I wrote a post on just this subject a couple of days ago but having been wordpress awol so long forgot my blog was private. Why no views? No likes? Delete, throw hands in air.
Thank you, it would be good to read your post.
Delightful…..can so relate. A friend of mine who had a miraculous healing that saved her life at forty, then went through ten years of all sorts of pain and misery! She was so amazingly cheerful most of the time in spite of it all. But we decided to make up a scripture: (I know that’s a no no.) “Monday is the day the Lord hath made for whining. But if you don’t whine on Monday it’s a moveable feast and you can have one other day that week for whining.”
What a great idea 😎
I read it a few times to see if this was lugubrious or humorous and I found bits of both.
That’s life 😎
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