It's Therapy - April 8, 2023

in the old days

I’d have been a farmer

which makes me think

I should never complain

about my sore back

which never did hoe rows of turnips

haul baskets of corn

push a tractor stuck in mud

dig holes for fence posts

or seed acres on hands and knees

I have such an easy life now

even writing a poem about

the backache that could have been

but never was

on top of that it’s therapy

my back seems to feel better

with each fictional letter