I sit on the floor, and ponder.

As the ache spreads from the tip of my toes to the depths of my mind, I wonder.

What the future might hold, when I’m older than old,

Will the pain manifest with the force of a tropical thunder?

I sit all alone, scribing these words on my phone,

Feeling like I’ve been torn asunder.

If I count up to ten, or just count to a number, I forget the pain but feel number.

I now can’t postpone, what I type on my phone,

Telling you I’ve got a freaking kidney stone!

Published by RTS

Father, husband, teacher. Occasional eccentric.

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