Poetry coming out of my ears

Not had a shave this morning,feel like death warmed up

It takes me hours to shave my pain can be so much

The body knows it aching it pleading for a rest

Diabetes knows no boundries young and old alike

You may live in the countryside or even in a city

When you are told you have it it rarely sinks in deep

Some brush it aside like a paper bag some accept just like sheep

You have to look after yourself you really have to care

Diabetes takes no prisoners good job tudiabetes is always there

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I just re-found this @twiddlemthumbs—thinking about all the great poetry that happens here at TuD. It still resonates and ripples through time with universal emotion…Blessings…Judith in Portland…