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Posted by Bill


In the past I’ve written rhyme
to capture all the grime and slime,
and every horrid little thing
that torrid stomas just might bring.

But here I want to turn the tide
and open up my mind real-wide
to the beauty of this state
of becoming an ostomate.

The first thing that I want to say
is that my stoma’s here to stay,
so, I’d no option but to trust
that I’d eventually adjust.

When, at first, I took a look,
that was when my whole life shook,
but very soon it dawned on me
that my stoma would set me free.

I feel it might be pertinent
to say I’d been incontinent,
and so my life was difficult
and I had been quite diffident.

But the beauty of the change
was that my life would rearrange,
and it is no coincidence
that I had more self-confidence.

I could do things in my life
without the trouble and the strife
which had bothered me a lot
with all the trouble that I got.

Now I am a few years on
and my past problems all are gone,
I can now manage all my shit
and hardly ever think of it!

B. Withers 2020

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Feb 04, 2020 3:55 PM
Puppyluv56 : Nice!
Feb 04, 2020 8:45 PM
Little Lulu : The last line sums it up for all us, Bill! Keep inspiring us! Lucy
Feb 04, 2020 9:22 PM
Morning glory : Bill, very well said.
Feb 04, 2020 9:51 PM
lovely : Another good one Bill
Feb 05, 2020 1:29 AM
britathrt60 : Another great one Bill...Ange
Feb 05, 2020 4:36 AM
Bill : Thank you so much everybody for your supportive replies to this post. It really does mean a lot to know that people appreciate these rhymes.
Best wishes