GROAN AND MOAN

Mornin’ already I fretted

throwing covers aside.

Finally up the anti-health

morons shuddered

as I thrust arthritic tootsies

into cold slippers. He’s

one of us the whiny-club

members boasted through

nasty teeth – at least

I brushed mine. I limped to the

waste disposal and retrieved

a Kleenex. Sinus un-cooperative.

Sore hip and aching back

accompanied me down the hall.

Where’s my heart and

cholesterol pills I demanded

of myself. My teeth ached

along with neck (need new

pillow) and my right heel spurred

me on as I contemplated

a cortisone shot later in the day.

My smile through gritted

teeth counted out pills for

emancipation from pain. How

appropriate as I remember

desideratum is the game

and I played it well.