Alas, thy lower limbs set forth painful decree...
Bound and ply-ed tender ligaments strapped as bow
beyond proper scope. My gait is effete, slow with limp
and slurring steps.
What not have I done?
I have stretched with daily routine,
exercised moderately,
and even received remedial massage.
Still comes the torturous binding pin pushing pressure.
Return back 15 years please...
I shall take the necessary steps to
correct the injuries of past lives lived.
or is it 30 I need...
A contest entry
- disabilities and illness by Fay.
550 points, ended July 14, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Um Pa Pa
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im very sorry i didnt comment, i thought i had. this reminds me of several diseases. the poem, tho not long tells a great story. i think as we get older many of us greave the things we lost and and regreat the things we did to harm our bodys. thank you for entering my contest.
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