At my Age

( or , The Hypochondriac )

At My Age
( or , The Hypochondriac)

Well, since you ask …..

Mind you,I wouldn’t talk about this,
unless pressed
And you being a doctor, and all that ,
And me depressed
I’m generally low maintenance,
always have been
Except for chronic problems
Of the skin
And hypothyroidism , inherited
Of course
It’s auto – immune , unfortunately
Getting worse
I know you know there is no cure
Just maintenance
With supplements , and tests , regardless
Of expense
I do have hypertension , but who doesn’t
At my age
Under control with medication , touch wood,
At this stage
There’s cataract coming on , as well :
Both eyes
But none of this I’m sure
Is a surprise
Nor osteoporosis, COPD ,
Or arthritis
And certainly not frontal
Sinusitis

I’m not angling for a free consultation
But you did ask, and hence this peroration

( Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia )

8 thoughts on “At my Age

    1. Amita Paul

      Thank you so much, Vijay Nair. Humour is one of the few defences we humans have against “ the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.”

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  1. Anoucheka

    The human condition well depicted in this poem…how the human body is subject to meet with all sorts of diseases with the passing of time, a condition which we all will have to go through

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  2. Louis Kasatkin

    A sparklingly entertaining piece delivered with inimitable aplomb.This reminds me a lot of the type of comedy monologues performed by the late,great Victoria Wood.

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    1. Amita Paul

      Thank you for the appreciation, Louis Kasatkin. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this poem . I’m not familiar with the work of Victoria Wood , but will try to look it up. It should be good fun.

      Reply

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