This morning I felt dejected
To say nothing of disconnected
Then my two cats meowed they were hungry.
Today I went to see a new doctor
A remarkably familiar chore
This doctor said I didn’t have what
The last doctor said he thought
So stop taking meds prescribed for nought
When I got home the cats fought over my lap.
I’m nervous, I’ve had more than ten surgeries
My left hand (that I use to write) won’t open
I can’t walk because my feet are crooked and in pain
That my braces don’t fit anymore is plain
But Sugar sleeps at the head of my bed
And Pepper sleeps at the foot.
I moved to Brookdale Orange City
Where I could get more care
My goal is to improve my condition
Using all the ways doctors can mention
In my heart I have hope
My friends help me cope
And Sugar and Pepper purr that I’m loved.
Virginia L. Wylie