13 March 2014

Yesterday was horrible,
At least it’s done & gone.
Today is better,
But it’s dragging along.

 

Tomorrow might be the best day ever!
Thinking that way soaks up the pressure.
RA is my nasty ball and chain,
So my noggin gets stuck on this pain.

 

No one can know the weight I drag,
From a body that’s like an old dish rag.
If my ball and chain were light as a feather,
Tomorrow might be the best day ever!
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