OUCH
It’s the end of the day.
Shoulders are sore.
My neck was craned
From eleven to four.
Too long in one chair!
My sitter is numb.
The ache in my wrists
Is making me glum.
The editing work
Was fun for a while,
But the strain on my back
Has erased any smile.
Gosh, I love writing
But hate sitting still.
What a daily conundrum!
What a battle of will!
And I don’t like ambivalence
That uncomfortable state.
How can I keep moving;
At the same time create?
It’s not good when work
Is equated with pain.
Oh, true ergonomics
I sing your refrain!
