This is a poem I just thought of today while sitting in the shade.
Here I am up again
to face the day anew
I grab my pain pill
to get me all the way through.
OH the thought of climbing in my wheelchair
as I sit here and pray
Thoughts of what this day will bring
on this beautiful day in May.
As I navigate to the kitchen with my aches and pain
I make a cup of coffee as I do everyday
My hands are cramped as I continue on my way
wondering if this will be the last day.
Taking all this in I wonder to myself
what did I do to deserve this fateful hand
If there is a GOD in heaven
then turn me into sand.