Claire V. Bogdanos

Tis harsh to think that all I’ve done

Returns to me as one by one

Each injured ligament or bone

Calls out to me and not by phone

But loud and clear I hear my name

I’d rather do without this fame.

My body creaks, each inch an ache

Sometimes I think I’m gonna’ break

Oh how I wish that I’d been smart

And taken care to do my part

To keep my body free from harm

Protect my shoulders, back and arms.

I wish I hadn’t fallen down

Thank God I managed not to drown

There is no message I can give

I can’t advise you how to live

Except to tell you this today

For what we’ve done we’re bound to pay !