Day 2

Day 2 of National Poetry Month:  30 poems in 30 days - 
the challenge 

and the one I'm dealing with - a messed up shoulder,

feels like a bloody jack hammer, pounding.

It's not like I'm a complainer, far from it,

but something's gotta give

in.

And it won't be me...I don't cave, never have,

unless of course it comes to my kids.  I'm a sucker for my kids,

they can talk me in and out of anything.

They know me, they show me...by caring for me now,
now that I'm broken, now that I'm older.
I can't write a more. 

Damn this bloody shoulder.

ldn