I've laid upon a bed of pine,
with prickly briars in my spine.
Slept on pillows made from stone,
suffered many broken bones.

Nature's very kind, you see,
I'm blessed with every allergy.
Comfort comes between each sneeze,
with sinus pain within the wheeze.

The doctor says, " layoff the fat,
eat bland foods," imagine that!
Health can't come from what taste good.
Healthy food, should taste like wood?

My hip is throbbing and I'm sure,
for this arthritis, there's no cure.
One bright spot among the pain
is knowing when it's gonna rain.

I've shared a part of me with you,
don't feel sad, don't feel blue.
This Den I know is my retreat,
a place to rest these tired feet.