Poem -
A title is everything
I learned to be kind
To my right side.
The hand had turned into
More of a club,
You see?
I learned to slow down.
I was injured
Like I'd never been.
The hand sagged
At my side when I walked
Like a sad impish retiree,
Swollen, the knuckles
Displaced
And the fingers unusually
Fat,
Not like the long musical
Things they once had been.
An ugly thing
To look down and see.
The other hand
A reminder of how
When things were well
I should have known
They weren't as bad
As I made them out to be.
A sad, sad thing,
Still I wrote my poetry.
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Full of regret this wonderful verse. I have had similar thoughts recently, things taken for granted that are suddenly no longer there. Hugs x
Regret, we could all live with a little less of it, eh?
Nice insight, thanks M for being reader of mine.
You don't have to thank me R... I find your work interesting and refreshing.
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A title in a poem, is certainly important but a title in life? Well you can choose for yourself those ones, we can be who ever.we want to be, this is a beautiful reminder of that. Time to be a swan? 🌹
Kookaburra for me