“The Arthritis Shuffle” ….. a poem.

I’m never quite sure when arising
As it’s always a wee bit surprising
Will I hobble or limp
Will I look like a gimp
Or be ready to start exercising?

It’s difficult knowing which bit
Of this aging body might quit
Will the back or the hip
Make me stumble or trip
Or is the knee why I’ll sit?

I never know with my frame
Which joint today will be lame
When they give me concerns
They like to take turns
Making it seem like a game.

My first step is anyone’s guess
And I really have to confess
It’s actually fun
To find out which one
Will be able to handle the stress.

Yet still I walk and I play
Enjoying and loving each day
For all I’ve withstood
Life is still good
So arthritis will not have its way!


Al Hood 2016

39 thoughts on ““The Arthritis Shuffle” ….. a poem.

  1. It’s even trickier when you live in a two-story house. That first step down in the morning tells lots of tales.

    • Thanks, Dana. Under my yearbook picture in high school, the editors put the quote “Life is a jest that has just begun.” Do you think they knew something?

    • Keep on movin’ is the secret, Lynn. Now if only I can find a way to exercise while I’m sleeping I’ll be good to go. Thanks for the visit…..on my way over to your place for a read and cup of tea (two sugars please.)

  2. Part of me just wants to go “lalalalalalalala I can’t hear you!”

    For me, it’s the heels. It’s like they’ve decided lying in bed is the best and all I get in the morning is stiff resentment that they’re expected to work. Except when climbing out of a tent. For some reason, the heels never bothered me in Nepal. Guess I could try setting up a tent in the bedroom. Or just sleep on the floor.

  3. Hey, this is turning into a great advice column, good deal, I’m getting all sorts of new ideas for help beyond my best friend….the heating pad!! Wow you really hit a chord with this one!

    • Eat your heart out Dear Abby! Tune in next time when I give advice on how to deal with forgetfulness. Oh, and remember to tune in next time when I give advice on how to deal with forgetfulness.

    • Your comment in glorious rhyme
      Is nothing short of sublime
      When I see you real soon
      You can play me a tune
      As your creaking bones keep the time.

  4. Love the poem, written with your normal understated flair. As a man with a wonky knee which the doctor ascribed to our mutually unwelcome guest, Mr Arthritis, he suggested some “over the counter pills. They come in packs of 100. I had to take about 70 of them before I felt any benefit but currently, at least, I am free of the discomfit and back to my dancing best, or back to dancing anyway. Don’t know if they are available in the States of course, but I’ll message you if you are interested 🙂

    • I have a myriad of elixirs myself, some of which help and some of which only make the pharmacy richer. However, I will definitely find out about yours when at last we meet, good friend. In the meantime, may our rickety knees support our efforts to trip the light fantastic, for the world is the better for it.

  5. Another good poem, Al!
    My friend had arthritis in her fingers. It was bad enough that she couldn’t get the top off the bottle of arthritis pain reliever…

  6. Salonpas pain patches! 40 to a box. Sometimes I go to bed with one on my boney shoulder, another on one of my knees, and another possibly on hip or low back. As you said, the locations change. Great poem.

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