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