Varicose-vein, Toothache, the Travel
My young-blood used to drive me to dare to do
Something more than my body can take:
Lift heavy things even he barely does,
Mow the steep hill in the back of my house,
Indulging in the pleasure of ceasing the wild things,
Ignoring the groans of the blood vessels in the legs.
As years go by the body rebels.
The vessels have enlarged, bulged in silent cry,
I ignore the brief, sharp pains in the leg.
The broken valves, blood pools in the low,
The legs swell, pregnant with a trouble.
Doc suggests I have a surgery to remove
The ailing veins, before getting worse,
But he can do it after nearly two months,
Meanwhile, the molar starts aching,
Wave of painful years of past
Drowns my head beneath the sea blue.
Antibiotic taken lessens the pain,
But the core is still there.
The dentist will remove it after two months–
One of the inconveniences this pandemic brings.
He wants me to join him in traveling north.
Reluctantly I agree, glimpsing
The blot of a bird in the pale sky.
I’m going on a road trip for two weeks.
With my god’s help, everything will be fine. ♫ : )
Stay well, everyone.