I.
Waiting
for the other shoe to drop,
living life in half-breaths,
afraid to put my whole weight
on each day—–
insurance against disappointment.
Then,
one shoe dropped,
then another and another,
until the shelf of shoes collapsed.
II.
Nausea,
my familiar friend
and cruise companion,
showed up one day
and snuck on board.
Then diarrhea,
a seldom seen saboteur of good times,
gave me a watery welcome.
And only after it desperately departed,
did its hot-blooded brother
set my feet on fire.
Flames engulfed my toes,
embers burned blisters on my heels,
and white-hot ash seared the balls of my feet.
Like Tevye the dairyman,
these are hardships to be endured
with a shrug, a complaint, a joke,
and a hand raised to heaven.
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Oh you brave soul, Larry. Am blessed to be included in the world of your poetry writing. Makes all of us, your readers, more real and honest and caring. Thank you.