Every morning when you wake up
You go downstairs to make a cup
Having a good think
About what the day will bring
Every morning you wake up
You can't go downstairs, you can barely stand up
Every step is crippling
Every step is agonising
Going to work every day
To a dead end job come what may
Every step is excruciating
Every step is torture
Every step is a step closer to the edge of insanity
Hating your job
Not being able to get a new one
No matter how hard you try
No employers want you because there's always someone that tiny bit better
Wondering what am I doing this for?
Me wondering what is she doing this for?
Living with arthritis, everyday getting worse
I wonder why her?
This poem is about my mum who has arthritis in her knees.
Good news now though, my mum has got a new job AT LAST. She hasn't started it yet though, but she should like it. She's been waiting six years for this to happen.
This poem is the one that means most to me so thanks so much to anyone who's voted for it and left a comment, it means a hell of a lot.
