An effort the poet made
At the tender age of eighty
When fate administered him
An additional stepping stone
With a carpal T-syndrome
For a dire hindrance to his
Creation of art
But fixed up through good luck
Before his fingers cannot hold
Pen or brush any longer
Before he is condemned to
A life without sensations in
His fingertips
Before he cannot feel the
Nearby softness of his Muse
Reshape the contours of her
Lips
Re-sculpt her bodylines
Stroke the locks of her hair.
And while his fantasy takes
His hand and guides him to
The erotic land of ARIZO
He established with his Muse
Rejoicing being saved from
Physical oblivion
By the surgical skills of the
Successful Dr Leg.
An effort he made
An effort the poet made
It’s definitely worthwhile.
Worthwhile.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’20
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Health is fortunately with a positively orientated and integrated system here in Austria for all those who also care.