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

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.”

  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

  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.

    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.


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