Dear Art

Dear Art,  

 

I've never told you this before,

These thing being so dear,

So please listen,

As I am being sincere.

 

You've hurt my neck,

And even my toe,

But that wasn't enough,

You still wanted more.

 

Swollen ankles,

No working knees,

Make it stop,

I beg you, please!

 

Crooked fingers,

Painful wrists,

Is there anything, that i've missed?

 

Couldn't widen my jaw,

Couldn't straighten my arm,

Why are you doing this?

What did I do wrong?

 

For a while, 

You were in control,

But the pain,

I couldn't take anymore!

 

Tried to say goodbye, 

Tried to say farewell!

But you kept coming back,

Like a ferris wheel.

 

I let you in,

I had no choice.

But it won't be for long,

So don't rejoice.

 

Do not worry,

You've done fine work.

You have made me cry,

You have made me smirk.

 

But for my foot,

I have to put down,

And this time,

No playing around.

 

So in my heart,

I'll remember you dear,

But im sorry Arthritis,

You can't live here.

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