Irregretful

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The medicos have not been good for me.
In general I’ve had less help than pain
from doctors, nurses, techs and pharmacy,
but every now and then the docs explain
a situation, show a stretch or teach,
and then I benefit. One guy advised
hysteria is more than nerves. “We reach
an age,” another said, “when we’re surprised
old habits bring new grief. Then life’s a list
of learning how to say goodbye to what
we’ve grown to do so much it will be missed.”

I know them right. I feel it in my gut,
so nervously I turn away from flings
I once enjoyed, a lot, to calmer things.

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