The Good Idea

The Good Idea

One day a good idea came
I'd get a brand new knee
No more limping, no more cane
A brand new dancing me!

I saw the doc, he said to me
You've got some work to do
First lose weight and exercise
Or no new knee for you!

I did it all, I lost the weight
I stretched and bent my knee
I gave up things I'd like to have
To get that brand new me

Finally the big day came
Time to take the leap
A needle here, and IV there
And soon I was asleep

Later I learned something new
I hadn't known til then
When one to ten can be your pain
There really is a ten

Small matter though, I made it home
I braved the sleepless nights
I went for special exercise
Until my knee moved right

My leg is healed, I'm back to work
But still I use my cane
Even though I exercise
I have the same old pain

When that "good" idea came
I would have deemed it strange
That after all the fuss and stress
Nothing much would change

I could get mad, or get depressed
Or be a real hot head
No I'll take a different path
And write this poem instead