Poem by Kath from 2009 - (gosh 5 years, where has that gone)

Here's a Poem I devised in 2009
Can't believe it was so long ago when I posted it on here.
For the new peeps, here it is.

And - 35 years of age was
35 years ago. Yep I am a golden-oldie.



ARTHUR and ME

When I was around 35 or so
My body began to get really slow
“What’s up here”? I said to myself
So I went to the library and looked on the shelves

I had lots of pain in my hands and my feet
And suddenly life didn’t seem that sweet
I’d wake up each morning with a terrible dread
“Now how the heck do I get out of bed”

I struggled on, saw the doctors a lot
But no-one came up with what I had got
One even told me “It’s cos you don’t work”
I had two little kids and never would shirk

I struggled some more but the pains just got worse
Elbows, knees hips - Yikes, it must be a curse
Then one day “Eureka, we finally know
What’s attacking you and making you low”

“It’s something called ARTHUR, the Rheumatoid kind
Sorry ‘bout that and hope you don’t mind
But just so’s you know, there isn’t a cure
But there’s buckets of tablets to try that’s for sure

So along came a wheelchair, a bath seat and such
Of this lot, there’s nothing I like very much
Now blood tests, injections, appointments, whatever
Who’d have thought it – I certainly never!

I walk quite peculiar, bit beggared and bent
Wear clompy shoes, not quite heaven sent
“Who’s that in the mirror”? Oh gosh is it me?
I’m enough to scare babies and children, oh gee!

But my Constant Companion does not lets me down
It’s name is PAIN and it’s always around
Exhaustion and stiffness and what feels like flu
Just about sums it between me and you

But what would I do if it left me tomorra
It would certainly be with some shock and horror
For I cannot remember what my life was like
Before I went on this very long hike

There’s a website to visit called Arthritis Care
The problems I have, I’m able to share
That’s such a big help in so many ways
I’ll remember the folks to the end of my days

So I try very hard not to get down
I guess that a smile, sure beats a frown
I’ll just count my blessings each and every day
And hey! I’m still upright so I must be OK!!

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