MY STOMA’S JUST A MINOR SORE.
My stoma’s just a minor sore
compared to people waging war,
for war will keep me up at night
because I feel it is not right.
I tend to my ablutions and
feel that I can understand
how frustration can arise
from this type of enterprise.
My stoma has some moments when
I find it irritates and then
I have to contemplate my lot
to see exactly what I’ve got.
When weighing up the good and bad,
comparing it to what I had,
usually, I will concede
a stoma has been what I need.
So, instead of pondering
on stomas, and go wandering
in my thoughts on negatives,
I’ll concentrate on positives.
This helps me calm my racing mind
until, at last, I seem to find
an inner peace, which helps me to
accept the better point of view.
But when I come to ponder war
it’s more than just a minor sore
that I can think and overcome
the negatives, and I succumb.
I think of war both day and night
because it doesn’t seem quite right
that humans have not learned one bit
from all past wars and all that shit.
B. Withers 2024