On Facebook the other day I posted
a poem about my arthritic pain and
limited mobility.
Well, a few friends shared their
experiences and offered advice.
One eventually gave in to his pain
and had a hip replacement.
Another, a lady friend, had cortisone
injections in her knees. Claims for
months on end to be pain free. And
I who have resisted both procedures
was left speechless to respond.
I realize that it’s up to me to be or
not to be. That has always been the
question confronting me.
What can I say? I’ve got my old age.
I’ve got my faithful dog and my ever
painful hip.
I have this small dusty apartment on
the basement floor. I have cello music
by Yo-Yo Ma playing non-stop on my
Amazon Echo. And what needs doing
will just have to stay undone.
I have been sheltered in place for more
than a year. Call me crazy, call me stub-
born, but I am unwilling to leave the pain,
my pup and all the rest behind.
I relish the time I have left to ponder
where I’ve been, to accept the inevitable,
trekking along the trail set out for me
until the Big Picture unfolds, and my
mystery of a lifetime is complete.
You’ll have to excuse me now, but I have
a frozen pizza in the oven.
-30-
Chris Hanch 10-9-2020
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