Not quite ill...

[tectak]

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.

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[Achebe]

Beautiful

[tectak]

Beautiful

Thanks  Achebe,
you must be of a certain age

[Achebe]

Beautiful

Thanks  Achebe,
you must be of a certain age

I'm not there yet, but I can see it coming...

[billy]

an alomost perfect piece of poetry, as someone else said, beautiful. were it in serious, i could only say the same thing.

[tectak]

an alomost perfect piece of poetry, as someone else said, beautiful. were it in serious, i could only say the same thing.

Almost?

[billy]

nothing's perfect tom, not even my right testicle

[tectak]

nothing's perfect tom, not even my right testicle

....oh, I wouldn't say that...I may think it....it's quite nice by comparison.

[RiverNotch]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypochondriasis

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But it is a lovely poem.

[Lizzie]

Taking us to school with this one.

Solid.

[tectak]

Taking us to school with this one.

Solid.

Thanks lizzie,I'm writing another. It goes:
Mary had a little lamb.

...but then I get stuck

..oh yea!
It followed her to school one day...

[just mercedes]

'... , glance at faeces;
damn that beetroot...'


I know. I grok you.

[tectak]

'... , glance at faeces;
damn that beetroot...'


I know. I grok you.

Thanks merc  I think...I grok you too.