Ah! Oh! It Hurts

Fortunate I am
to live in a house
with comforts.

I have nothing
much to worry
food and shelter

being granted,
I am well poised
and carefree.

Occasional physical
hiccups, leg pain, test
my withstanding capacity.

I rue and lament
frequently check
the sore knees

stabbing at times
shooting otherwise,
limiting my mobility.

Why me? I cry
Killing, I scream.
never once I realize

mine is a trivia
compared to those
who suffer irreparably.

So feeling,
I try to forget
the inconvenience.

Lo! having been quiet ‘for a time
I indulge in self sympathy,
with ahs! and ohs!
as if the world is lost,