I'm Not Doing Much Dancing ~ An original poem by Dave Lucas

Bursitis, tendonitis, arthritis I know about those things I long to once again walk in the sunshine and feel the sand beneath my feet
All the years gone by cannot come back Only in my mind they live on With snapshots of loves that were and loves that may have been
Instead of "Hi, how are you?" They ask "How does it feel to be in a wheelchair" I respond "Well, I wish I could be in a real chair" But they're not listening They act as if I'm not here but I really am.
They are angry when I strain to hear them or when I cough or when I cry I try not to complain about anything so they won't call me old crabby fussy
I am careful to be neat and clean so they won't say "you can't take care of yourself anymore" Truth is - I never could. We all care for one another, from "cradle to grave" as the proverb says
In my mind I am thankful happy laughing and dancing



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bloGGer's note*I wrote this after watching a television program about old age
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