25 March 2014
I have pushed myself way too hard.
My knees scream ‘Hey that smarts!’.
So many things I need to do,
My knees beg me to pick and choose.
I’m white ‘knuckling kneeing it’ to sit or walk,
They would both curse if they could talk.
I thank God my knees can only squeak,
I’d be ashamed of the words they’d speak.