Minch Surgery last Monday

It might be gout, arthritis,
I’ll take some blood.

What for?

To test for uric acid, diabetes
and other things, he muttered.

I might have asked: Like what?
But with his box of needles out

I worked on breathing calmly,
averting eyes from the likely spot;
although there was no pain.

Even at this age there is something
in my look that makes him tell me
I am brave.

Good boy, or words to that effect.

Far from it.

Limp out, old man, on loosely sandaled feet.
You were younger, just a week ago,
now you are decrepit.

old agenhs

◄ Sap and Oohs


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Dominic James

Sun 26th Jun 2022 09:10

Thanks for kind words folks, it is familiar territory. Maybe next week: the dentist. Maybe not!

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Greg Freeman

Sun 26th Jun 2022 01:28

Great poem, Dom. And I certainly know that feeling ...

<Deleted User> (33000)

Sat 25th Jun 2022 22:50

Excellent poem Dominic.

We've not only been,
but are still there wearing the same t-shirts coming out of the same cinema, carrying the same dog-eared book.

A very much enjoyed read,. despite the crumbling content! 😄

P & L

<Deleted User> (33540)

Sat 25th Jun 2022 17:31

ugh! those horrible all too soon health turn arounds

brilliant piece of eye candy Dominic

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