Under Repair

By Stick

My body is in rebellion.
It¹s through no choice of mine.
If one more thing goes bad,
I think I¹ll lose my mind.
My back is not as strong
As it once used to be.
When I rise in the morning,
It complains with me.
My blood pressure has risen
So high that I should yell.
If it was a stock I owned
I would be yelling, ³Sell!²
My gall bladder says I must cut back
On rich and fatty food,
And my pancreatic system says
That sugar¹s bad and rude.
The acid in my stomach
Is boiling in reflux,
My eyes have begun to blur
--Was that a flock of ducks?
I guess I can¹t complain.
Others have got it worse.
Some are battling cancer,
Hitting deeply in their purse.
Just remember this one thing
When at the end of your rope.
My message is quite simple:
³Don¹t you give up hope!²