By E Joy Hiten-Kiser
Today Is That Dreaded Day!
Again that long day is here,
The day I wish would disappear,
The day that is always a huge intrusion,
The day I get that necessary infusion.
Why do other days fly by,
But this one is met with a sigh?
Is it because of the long hours
Over which I have no power?
I can watch TV,
And maybe even eat,
Or curl up in my chair and sleep.
But the hours still pass so slow
Because I cannot tolerate a faster flow.
One drop follows another,
It really seems like quite a bother.
But what often goes unsaid,
Without it I'd be dead.
So I will continue to do this infusion,
That is an obvious conclusion.
And instead of being a moaner,
I should be thanking the donor
That allowed me to have this special day!