Why Me?

Dealing with a plethora of

Calculated maladies

Throughout a wilted lifetime

Folding wearily to close.

Wondering without wonder

How I earned this wretched bed of fleas

With a never-ending feckless cast

Of miseries and woes.

Why me?

Gall stones, kidney stones, arthritisattacks my bones.

Degenerating vertebrae with bulging discs

That slip this way and that

Sending shards of pain down the leg

Back to my brain.

Pressing on sciatic nerves

Much more pain than one deserves.

Pressing stenosis in my spine

Adds misery to my storyline.

Pancreatic inflammation,,

The most pain in all creation.

Diabetes, such a curse, puts my diet inreverse.

Basal cancers on my skin,

Cut it off. It’s back again.

Raging eczema running amuck, 

More ruddy red than a firetruck.

But of the issues I have faced

I save the worst for last.

Of all these miseries I profess,

Shingles really kicked my ass.

Why me?