Bent By Life

Cheese counter work made his back ache,

Standing long hours, without a break,

Big blocks to be sliced and grated,

For the orders generated,

So it seemed ideal when I saw,

He now shared the cheese counter floor,

With another to divide the load,

Relieve his ache, no longer slowed,

But the aproned woman who served me,

Could not straighten up I could see,

A hunchback she was with curved spine,

Back ailment a requisite sign,

Embarrassed I now must refrain,

No more asking about his pain,

As all is relative, that’s life,

More, worse ills everywhere, rife.

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