poem

 Bad AnkleRolled my bad ankle againChasing after a ball in high-soledShoes at a kid soccer game.Such a dummy So stupid but I was just trying to helpThe same way I keep Breaking your heartOver and over againIn all same waysIt used to just get better With the passage of timeNow, a dull ache always  lingersI don ’t believe in the healingPowers of time anymoreToo much damage has been doneThere ’s always surgery.Clean it out, get it fixed or fusedBut then I ’d be someone elsePatched but no longer young.I might be able to jog againBut I ’ll never just Run 5/19/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 19, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs