STATE OF HIS BODY ADDRESSED
He hadn’t prepared for THIS,
His body was obviously amiss…
Legs shooting pain
With swollen disdain,
He’d face a lot more to contain.
Exhaustion darkens the eyes
From little sleep–no surprise…
Making his way
Through life every day
And keeping his doctors apprised.
Doesn’t feel fine or foxy,
Got his own supply of oxy*…
The oxy* skirts,
A band-aid like two-part epoxy.
Struggle forward he must,
In his doctors’ advice he must trust…
Or life quality’ll cease,
To be stiffened by encroaching rust!
I’m not sure his wife understands
Why he vocalizes her demands…
Getting so mean,
Making a scene,
Her pain…stays under her command.
He’s paying the price of duress
For not acting wiser, I guess…
Struggling for years.
One thing is clear–
It was never seriously addressed!
* oxy…short for the pain-killer, oxycodone-acetaminophen.