My oldest friend complained the other day
her back is sore. She’s feeling like a wretch.
She moaned a lot and then went on to say
she’ll tend to it next week. “Don’t be a kvetch,”
I countered. “There’s no reason to delay.
Get on your rug right now and start to stretch.”
(She later thanked me nicely more than twice,
for words too obvious to be advice.)

(Ottava Rima)

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