As I sit and rest my left leg
For others help I have to beg
Pain is an ever present gnaw
The broken bone just feels raw
I simply do the best that I can
Even though my face is wan
I have to daily task prioritise
With no strength to energise
My arms ache, my right leg sore
Not sure I can take much more
But I blunder on or do what?
How much worse to simply rot
As long as I find ways to relate
Write my story onto slate
Then keep going that I will
Retaining my hope in life still
Thanks for reading my thoughts
I am lately feeling out of sorts
Writing helps release pressure
My favourite form of leisure
Although reading really rates
It and I are long-term mates
Keep on writing for you and me
Over our words friends are we
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