my shoulder aches
every time i move my arm.
the pain never quite goes away.
my neck
is getting worse every year.
some days the pain is almost unbearable.
my thumb
hasn't any cartilage
and is almost useless.
i don't even want to talk
about my back
because i know you
get tired of hearing me
complain about the pain.
sometimes i think
i know my pain
better than i know you.
(5-11-2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem