Obviously I’m no poet, and my feet show. They are size 9 long fellows, but we had some good news yesterday and this crazy attempt at poetry just kind of flew through my mind. Because of daily doses of oral chemo over the past 4 years, my brain is foggy but I really do try to have fun with the good and the bad. Bear with me, please!
Four squares* and seven weeks ago we all could travel the whole world o’er. *of toilet paper
Sweet Jerry and I sailed away on a ship all the way to Panama with nary a blip!
But the times sure have changed and the world’s in a mess,
There’s no place to go so why bother to dress?
We stay in our pajamas most of the day and watch mindless TV to wile the hours away.
When we sneak to the store our faces are masked as we load up on junk food not considered in the past.
I am losing my mind it’s plain to see or I wouldn’t be attempting to write bad poetry.
Now go take on the day, Dr Laura would say, but she just doesn’t get it we’d prefer to run away!
But seriously, my friends, that is really not true!
We’d just like to play Mah Jongg for an hour or two with a group of good friends, eating snacks, sipping iced tea.
I can’t think of a place that I rather would be.
But it’s off to the doctor, sure that is a treat. She will weigh me and lecture about all the carbs that I eat.
She will scold me about fat grams, chips and desserts,
Not knowing her harsh judgment really does hurt.
But wait, there is good news, my platelets have dropped to the lowest they’ve been since I was diagnosed three years ago with this wretched disease! So the quarantine is not all bad.
Thank you for putting up with me, and thanks so much for all the prayers these past 3 years. Unfortunately, I must remain on the drugs, but we are so encouraged! My prayer for each of you is good health, a positive attitude in these challenging times, and the strength to endure whatever is thrown your way. God bless you, and may God bless, save and heal America!