When I woke up,

my knee cried for attention.

“I’m not the young knee

I once was,” it complained,

“you can’t treat me

the same way you

always have. 

I demand you

change your ways!”

I replied I would

seriously take its

complaint into

consideration

but for now

I had to get to work.

My knee continued

to whimper and whine

as I got ready for the day.

In the car as I drove to work

it continued to cry.

Suddenly, I looked down

and there on my knee

rested my hand.

It could do nothing

to help my knee feel better

other than to offer support.

“You are part of our team,”

my hand said,

“and though I can’t

take the pain away,

I will be here

so you don’t suffer alone.”

And that made a difference

to my aching knee.

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