“The Arthritis Shuffle” ….. a poem.

I’m never quite sure when arising
As it’s always a wee bit surprising
Will I hobble or limp
Will I look like a gimp
Or be ready to start exercising?

It’s difficult knowing which bit
Of this aging body might quit
Will the back or the hip
Make me stumble or trip
Or is the knee why I’ll sit?

I never know with my frame
Which joint today will be lame
When they give me concerns
They like to take turns
Making it seem like a game.

My first step is anyone’s guess
And I really have to confess
It’s actually fun
To find out which one
Will be able to handle the stress.

Yet still I walk and I play
Enjoying and loving each day
For all I’ve withstood
Life is still good
So arthritis will not have its way!

 

Al Hood 2016

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Retired from a couple of professions, trying my hand at writing about the events in our lives.
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39 Responses to “The Arthritis Shuffle” ….. a poem.

  1. pattisj says:

    It’s even trickier when you live in a two-story house. That first step down in the morning tells lots of tales.

  2. LOL! Love this poem. Susie sent me and I’m glad she did, this was a great introduction to your blog.

    • Al says:

      Thanks, Dana. Under my yearbook picture in high school, the editors put the quote “Life is a jest that has just begun.” Do you think they knew something?

  3. Lynn says:

    Hi Al! Susie sent me over from her party:) Lots of aches and pains for this gal as well but I just keep movin!

    • Al says:

      Keep on movin’ is the secret, Lynn. Now if only I can find a way to exercise while I’m sleeping I’ll be good to go. Thanks for the visit…..on my way over to your place for a read and cup of tea (two sugars please.)

  4. Susie sent me 🙂 I LOVED reading this.

  5. Mary says:

    Lol…I hear you there. The back, the hip, the feet maybe. Getting old is not for wimps.

  6. susielindau says:

    That’s a great attitude! I don’t have arthritis, but I do get stiff!
    Love the poem!

  7. Well good for you, not giving in. Around here its a race to the finish among the human bodies, the animals, the garden, and the house.

  8. Part of me just wants to go “lalalalalalalala I can’t hear you!”

    For me, it’s the heels. It’s like they’ve decided lying in bed is the best and all I get in the morning is stiff resentment that they’re expected to work. Except when climbing out of a tent. For some reason, the heels never bothered me in Nepal. Guess I could try setting up a tent in the bedroom. Or just sleep on the floor.

  9. pegoleg says:

    It’s almost a positive thing because it makes each day new and exciting. Almost…right? Right?

  10. Marcia says:

    Hey, this is turning into a great advice column, good deal, I’m getting all sorts of new ideas for help beyond my best friend….the heating pad!! Wow you really hit a chord with this one!
    XXXX

    • Al says:

      Eat your heart out Dear Abby! Tune in next time when I give advice on how to deal with forgetfulness. Oh, and remember to tune in next time when I give advice on how to deal with forgetfulness.

  11. dorannrule says:

    Hilarious! And so true. And I love the title too.

  12. Grannymar says:

    Arthur-itis plays tunes on my bones
    Accompanied by my awful groans
    Is it any wonder I live alone

    • Al says:

      Your comment in glorious rhyme
      Is nothing short of sublime
      When I see you real soon
      You can play me a tune
      As your creaking bones keep the time.

  13. Love the poem, written with your normal understated flair. As a man with a wonky knee which the doctor ascribed to our mutually unwelcome guest, Mr Arthritis, he suggested some “over the counter pills. They come in packs of 100. I had to take about 70 of them before I felt any benefit but currently, at least, I am free of the discomfit and back to my dancing best, or back to dancing anyway. Don’t know if they are available in the States of course, but I’ll message you if you are interested 🙂

    • Al says:

      I have a myriad of elixirs myself, some of which help and some of which only make the pharmacy richer. However, I will definitely find out about yours when at last we meet, good friend. In the meantime, may our rickety knees support our efforts to trip the light fantastic, for the world is the better for it.

  14. Margie says:

    Another good poem, Al!
    My friend had arthritis in her fingers. It was bad enough that she couldn’t get the top off the bottle of arthritis pain reliever…

  15. CindyB says:

    Salonpas pain patches! 40 to a box. Sometimes I go to bed with one on my boney shoulder, another on one of my knees, and another possibly on hip or low back. As you said, the locations change. Great poem.

  16. Marie Smith says:

    Lol! Great poem. It shows wonderful spirit. Have a great Easter.

  17. Jeri Moore says:

    Love it Al! So many of us in the same boat, here’s hoping we’ll keep afloat.

  18. Bernice says:

    So true.
    Me too.

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