23 October 2013

All good things must come to an end.
Hot swollen joints are here again.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I cannot say I missed this monster.

Let me get this one thing straight,
Every inch of me fights RA!
A good day or two renewed my hope,
For the coming months I’ll need to cope.

I’d give my life to find a cure,
For others in pain, kids and babies for sure.
Rheumatoid Arthritis needs to disappear.
Maybe we need the mafia instead of science here.