I think I can ease this though I’m over seventy-three,
in spite of the fact that they told me there isn’t a fix.
The sad diagnosis the doctor depicted for me
goes back to a summer of pain in Two Thousand and Six.
I then learned some postures and stretches in weeks of PT,
respecting my left lumbar hernia, nursing my discs.
It’s hurting of late so I’m heeding the speed of my moves,
reminded to baby the spot till my status improves.