~~~~~*~~~~~
Come meet my new pal
You will see him
regularly
hanging around me
For a while.
~~*~~
He is, My New Companion
Really takes aload, off me
He's not heavy
Nor is he my brother.
~~*~~
Meet my cane
There are many like him
But this one
Was assigned to me.
~~*~~
Aluminum and plastic
To ease my pain
In my younger days
I never thought of him
To ease my pain.
~~*~~
I, At times relied on
A nice white lady
With the same sounding last name
Caine.
~~*~~
I think
Her first name was
"Co" or was that "Coke"
Yes she was cool then
Eased my pain.
~~*~~
Gentle white Lady
Cocaine
Made me feel so good
All the same.
~~*~~
Well, if you know her?
She been around
For a long time
Like fashion.
~~*~~
She weaves in and out
From decade to decade
At my age
I rather my cane
cheaper too
To ease my pain.
~~~~~*~~~~~
I have to use a cane to walk, William..neurological damage to balance.I'm still trying to get used to the idea ...ahh me :( I understand your excellent poem.
~Chrissie
William I understand the pain. I am on oxygen now and must carry the dammed canister, but the alternataive to not carrying it is not pleasant. Have a fread 4th my friend. Bill
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Hi William,
This is a super write...
Excellent job...
Trixie :)
Reindeer
~Chrissie