On Being an Old Geriatric Lymie... poem by Lyme Poet MJ
MY LIFE... at 3/4 of a Century old is a merry-go-round bold.
Days are full, filling the shoes of a cashier-clerk at my neighborhood PowerMart where I work.
Once upon a time... I was a free-enterpise entrepreneur owning my own businesses thru the evolving decades.
Some succeeded, some failed. I don't sit here crying and wailing about long-gone yesteryears!
My nights and weekends are full of rhymes that pour into me to promote R non-profit charities helping children and Families! (Could it be a source "divine", or am I just an old guy writing ✍️ "blind"?)
I pack my anti-Lyme, anti-malarial, and anti-borrelia microbial herbal tinctures, my vitamins and minerals, and other regimen essentials to work with me.
Sometimes, there are "snickers" from a co-worker or two, but they don't comprehend what I've survived thru. They are not being mean... just unaware of our healing "scene".
LIKE... I try to tell you kind readers out there, maybe you can't understand where I'm "at"... but perhaps some awful day when tick-carried infections land in your lap, you might remember what I say...
I am blessed, and that is a fact... Jack! LYME is not a death sentence. KEEP ON TRUCKIN'... Find a way! ❤️ to all, Michael J
Posted by aklnwlf (Member # 5960) on :
I enjoyed that especially the 70's references.
Posted by Ann-Ohio (Member # 44364) on :
Kinda tough to read and to realize how much this poet has sunffered and still bears.
Amazing how he retains his optimism even with unkind co-workers.
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