The Unkind Back

My back

it hurts

the pain

it comes in spurts

The task

at hand

is to simply

try to stand

From hot packs

unto cold

I don't like this

getting old

It's become so hard to walk

I don't even want to talk
all I want is some relief

from this nagging pain and grief

It's even hard now just to think

seeing I've hurt my weakest link

and although I'm sharing ink

it's times like these that really stink