Cooped up with bad back,
some freedom I do lack.
Careful is what I must be.
That's what 'she' says; you see?
I'm not allowed from house.
I'm 'kept in cage' like mouse.
She does it for my good.
It won't last long.... Knock wood!
I take care of myself,
can get food off the shelf,
can use bathroom just fine,
can pour myself some wine.
But no more outdoor walks;
at that my wife still balks.
So if I've too long sat,
I pace like Puma cat.
Bri Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pacing-like-a-puma-cat-confinement-back-trouble-personal/
