Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Pain


One day it's my waist,
Next day it's my knees.
I have trigger finger,
It hurts when I sneeze.

My joints are all creaking,
My back's out all day.
I keep popping pills,
And I smell like Bengay.

Oh well, c'est la vie,
What else can I say?
God just give me the strength,
To get up everyday.

8/17/13 Alton Texas

Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Pain by Juan Olivarez )

Enter the verification code :

  • Lorraine Colon (8/21/2013 6:31:00 PM)

    Only people of a certain age group could appreciate this poem. Sadly, I'm one of them, haha. Good job describing what we go through daily. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/18/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    Me too Juan - incidentally, have you read my poem entitled C'est la Vie. Great minds! ! As for the pain, neck, back, feet (no, not in the bum at least) . An amusing write, love it. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Me, Danielle Dessels
  2. Echo Poems: How to search for treasure, Brian Johnston
  3. Friend, Neela Nath
  4. World War III, Babatunde Aremu
  5. What I see, Danielle Dessels
  6. Crumbling, Violet Winters
  7. Identity - love, gajanan mishra
  8. Sunflowers, Donal Mahoney
  9. de clichés, co the skipper
  10. Lynda's Lover-1, Neela Nath

Poem of the Day

poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Mackay

 
[Hata Bildir]