Broken
All of my injuries told with such relish—
all so severe that I need not embellish.
I broke my tibia, tore my meniscus.
My feet pads are swollen. My eyes are non viscous.
My doctor has told me that there is no doubt
that I’m suffering rickets, edema and gout.
My bottom parts swelling, my top drying out.
I guess that the truth is I’m just wearing out.
(Hyperbole and humor, folks. I’m fine.)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Tut tut! Too bad. Hope it’s just a poem.
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I can relate to this 🙂
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Its a beautiful and painful poem
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Aren’t we all wearing out? Sigh!
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You’ve managed to gracefully bring poetry and rhyme to your physical pain. I am so sorry that this is all happening, but I thank you for sharing your story in such a creative way. I’m sure there are many others who would be appreciative to know that they’re not alone.
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The conversation of a certain age 🙂
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Haha — that’s quite a combination of problems! And a great use of the prompt words!
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I love hyperbole…so handy when trying to wed various prompts..ha.
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I feel that way some mornings, too. 😉
Your wit’s still working if you can wrestle these daily word prompts into poems.
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