Friendly banter
Peggy called, said she got the word, That I
was unwell, or so she’d heard,
Today she had within her will, and asked of
me, tell all, come, spill,
Well I thought, where to start, with this
information to her depart,
So I been unwell for this past year,
compared to you I had little fear,
The doc he warned give up the smokes, right
away, for it was no joke,
With patch in place I went along, giving
these up felt oh so wrong,
Three days in I was like a devil, my head
it seemed began to swivel,
Until I gazed upon the wash, inside the
machine the patches sloshed,
For I only stuck em to my vest, no wonder
this was such a test,
My comfort blanket of 44 years, has now
been kicked with much less fears,
Then my head it ached so I took a pill, thought
of those I’d like to kill,
To the hospital to cure my plight, meningitis
now I had to fight,
They pushed three needles in my spine, any
wonder I began to whine,
My back it hurts, it’s sometimes hard, yet I
manage to walk across my yard,
I feed the dogs who bark and shout, now the
doc says, I have a thing called gout,
A blister on my foot this day, fungal cream
to help it fade away,
A lump inside the inner gut, was keeping me
held in a rut,
So camera up and camera down, and I awake
in constant frown,
Lots of bits, cut and removed, this past
year not one I’d choose,
Meds made up in the chemo lab, have me
wrecked I don’t look fab,
A pill for this, cream for that, and when I
sleep I must lie flat,
If the weather changes as it’s apt to do, I
hope for one less pain or two,
For a while ago I felt that lump, from my
right ball the sliced a chunk,
Yet I’m still here and standing small, all
five foot six, I was never tall,
Here you are asking poor old me, how I am
doing and if I am pain free,
You on chemo every week, and here’s me
moaning, I have some cheek,
If we’re both around this time next year,
you want a jump on this you’re clear,
My vision soon became impaired, the thought
of which you should be spared,
For tied together, we would depart, and go
in search of our missing parts,
The jump you said was on a bungee cord, thoughts
abate thank the lord,
So how are you my dearest peg, getting
stronger on your legs?
I do so hope your head is clear, although
neither of us, now have hair,
Of all our friends with whom we reminisce,
some we thought true, are still amiss,
I’ll call you soon and we can chat, say it
like it is and lay things flat,
You’re very good to say you heard, I was
unwell you got the word,
In troubled times, when you need a friend,
to hear there might be soon an end,
For while we are fixing others woes, wrapped
in pain from head to toe,
True friends will stay and remain like
glue, all you ask of me, I will give to you,
A rock you are and a rock you’ll stay, so
glad I cheered you up today.
For Peggy (fragill) Whelan
Christy (punchy) o donnell
