Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Ode To My Left Leg

I really miss my left leg

It’s been so good to me

It seems that it has run its course

It’s dead as it can be.

I know I ask a lot of it

Through each and every day

I thought that I was good to it

I don’t know what else to say.

I know I bumped it into chairs

The walls, the desks, the drawers

But lately we have done just fine

And stayed off the cold, hard floors.

Maybe I have asked too much

To try and walk like others

But I have not one single time

Been jealous  of another’s.

I love you, I can tell you now

‘Though you seem not to care

Although this love is with the left

A love I have to share.

I hope that your vacation time

Will be short and you’ll return

Please don’t stay long, and hurry back

For your presence I still yearn.

And so until that happy day

I’ll hobble on one leg

Please hurry home, I miss you so

I really HATE to beg!!!!

1 comment:

Muffie said...

I'm just catching up on my blog reading and I read this. Your poem is clever, but I know the intent behind it is serious. My "bad" side is my right (dominant) side, and like you, I long for its return from the Lost and Found bin!