THE GALLANT WAR TO STAY UPRIGHT

THE GALLANT WAR TO STAY UPRIGHT

Creaking joints they tell a tale
Of a man whose life is up for sale.
For sale to the highest bidder
For whom the price is right.

Creaking joints they tell the story,
Tearing holes in the black of night.
Limbs that will not move with ease,
A brain awash in its disease.
Daily he must fight the fight,
The gallant war to stay upright.

Falling can be deadly, falling is not cheap.
The ER bill can cripple, wreak havoc with his sleep.

Creaking joints are stiff and rigid
And if he falls the ribs will crack.
Nothing like a sudden stumble,
To leave him flat upon his back.

And if he falls and hits his head,
The blood it spurts like a water hose.
Ruining his new wool coat,
Soiling all his favorite clothes.

Creaking joints they tell a tale,
A bionic man, a walking freak show,
Terrorizing in travail,
Slipping on the ice and snow.

Creaking joints about to give,
The struggle he must face to live.
Day by day he rises and tries with all his might,
To defy the odds of gravity,
The gallant war to stay upright.

-Bruce Potts
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