This poem is about Rheumatoid Arthritis, or "R.A" if you please.....
It's an autoimmune disorder, a cronic progressive disease!
Nobody really knows the cause, and there is no cure.....
But the pain can be crippling, we know that for sure!
It effects your muscles and joints, there's inflammation and swelling....
Sometimes you'll wanna cry, or sometimes feel like yelling!
The worst is the dreaded "flare-up", which brings intense pain....
Sometimes it will scare ya, and you'll need to use a cane!
It also effects your vital organs, like your liver or your heart....
And to tell you the truth, that's the scariest part!
You'll get tired faster, and notice strength and flexibility loss....
"meds" sometimes will help, but they also come with a cost!
Telling others can be frustrating, they'll think you're rather fickle....
They should see it's disabling, when you can't open a jar of pickles!
People really mean well, but they simply can't relate...
To the sharp constant pain, that is so hard to escape!
There's no doubt that R.A, can put you out of commission....
You'll need to take care of yourself, pay attention to your nutrition!
We might not know, from where the pain is stemming....
You'll still need to exercise, a good choice would be swimming!
Arthritis happens to the young and old, it occurs everyday.....
And if you should meet "uncle Artie", Let's hope it's not R.A !
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