Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Policeman’s Heel or Plantar Fasciitis
Policeman’s Heel or (Plantar Fasciitis)
I wish I could switch off my brain
To free me of this bloomin' pain
but then what other things would I lose
I really can’t just pick and choose
The parts I want my brain to block
Please tell me how to make it stop.
It fills my day, it fills my life
I’ve truly forgotten what ‘pain free’s’ like.
Then suddenly it disappears
Dissipating all my fears
that we all know, of old age creep,
it steals life’s joys and makes us weep.
But lighten up the sky is blue
the rain is gone, is it really true?
I hear a bell ring in my ear,
it’s just the alarm saying morning’s here
I leap out of bed raring to go
Oh! God it hits me like a blow
the pain is back it never went,
‘pain free’ was something I only dreamt.
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