Juan Olivarez

Freshman - 828 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Pain - Poem by Juan Olivarez

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

Comments about Pain by Juan Olivarez

  • Silver Star - 4,462 Points Smoky Hoss (8/22/2013 7:45:00 AM)

    Oh, amen brother! Ain't it the truth now! Good one pal. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,973 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 4,731 Points 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

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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