Saturday, February 20, 2021

 I've been looking through the daily poems I used to write between 2000 and 2004, when I worked at Kohl's Distribution Center.  Since my goal was a poem every day, I usually just threw any old thing together in the morning, because I had to be at work at six AM.  Some I wrote are "almost good", and could be improved; some of them, although the rhyme scheme and meter might be perfect, are trivial and downright stupid.  

I don't consider the one I'm sharing to be "good" in any way, but I know what triggered it.  My knees were never a problem until I worked at Kohl's.  They popped and cracked, but I don't think I had any real pain until 2002.  After three years at Kohl's spending every day walking on concrete as fast as I could, I was in incredible pain by end of each day.  I wrote a few whiny, self-pitying poems like this one. 


February 4, 2004

Walk while you can, young person; 

Frolic and jump and play.

For once you get arthritis, dear,

All that just goes away.

Bad health comes to haunt you,

Sometimes without a warning.

Before you know it, you are taking

Medicines each morning.

Read every day, my children; 

Cherish what books you find.

Age does a thing to vision.

And you may end up blind.

Aches and pains will visit.

Each dawn, I wake with pain.

I limp and take my Tylenol

And try not to complain.

Life is still worth living,

And until things get worse,

I will not pack my bags to leave,

So do not send the hearse.

Isn't that silly?  And this is AFTER I changed a few things in the lines.  I can't even believe I saved some of these.  It gets worse, though:  I stumbled across one poem I wrote about toe fungus.  I won't be sharing that one.



  1. It's a realistic poem, that's for sure!

  2. I have a book of poems I wrote when I was 12 to about 16 years. They are pretty silly or dumb.

  3. Used to work at a job that required frequent long stints on concrete surfaces. I worked that job for ten years and was a miserable wreck in the knee and hip department. I left that job and about six months later, I felt as good as I had 10 and a half years earlier. That was my sign to never go back and stand on concrete for long periods of time again.

  4. SO true! I probably needed to read this when I was one of those young people...but probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it.

  5. That does tell it like it can be if we are not careful. Really liked the last 4 lines. They show the human grit.

  6. I think this is great and so very, very true. Good for you! I haven't written a poem in 40 years.


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