Me ‘n my cane,
They don’t quite have the same brain…
One goes this way and the other goes that,
It’s as if they are having an ongoing spat.
It wiggles and wobbles when I wish it would just stay still.
My cautiously-taken strides give me just the right amount of thrill.
Too bad you can’t flex and point like you did back in the day...
Fractured bones and angry tendons veto summertimes’ play...
Wishing and longing won’t make it so...
Hiding tears under smiles dontcha know...
Encouraging and supportive hearts deliver heaps of healing energy.
You too, can make it,
Just one more step—another notch on your journey.
In darkest moments of pain or despair,
Soothe your sweet soul—take a breath, drink in some cool, fresh air.
Trade the half-empties for the half-fulls’ comforting song,
You matter, you can do it, in case you didn’t know it, you could—all along.
What was lost can sometimes be re-gained.
Your stitches, your scars; measured superficially by others’ esteem,
Puttin’ one foot in front of the other,
Where oh where, is that significant other?
Spittin’ fire one minute and doom and gloom the next,
Just overtime… Can pass this test!
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
Me ‘n my cane,
They don’t quite have the same brain…
One goes this way and the other goes that,
It’s as if they are having an ongoing spat.
It wiggles and wobbles when I wish it would just stay still.
My cautiously-taken strides give me just the right amount of thrill.
Too bad you can’t flex and point like you did back in the day...
Fractured bones and angry tendons veto summertimes’ play...
Wishing and longing won’t make it so...
Hiding tears under smiles dontcha know...
Encouraging and supportive hearts deliver heaps of healing energy.
You too, can make it,
Just one more step—another notch on your journey.
In darkest moments of pain or despair,
Soothe your sweet soul—take a breath, drink in some cool, fresh air.
Trade the half-empties for the half-fulls’ comforting song,
You matter, you can do it, in case you didn’t know it, you could—all along.
What was lost can sometimes be re-gained.
Your stitches, your scars; measured superficially by others’ esteem,
Puttin’ one foot in front of the other,
Where oh where, is that significant other?
Spittin’ fire one minute and doom and gloom the next,
Just overtime… Can pass this test!
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