TIME & MOTION

TIME AND MOTION.


Once upon a yester-year


toileting would hold no fear


I'd sit and let my motion fall


and it would take no time at all.



Into the water stools would slide


so there would be no smells to hide.


a wipe with paper seemed to clean


and that is what a crap would mean.



But when I had an ostomy


then all of that would change for me.


Gone forever were the days


of those rapid crapping ways.



At first I had to wear a bag


which, when full might burst or sag.


With all that muck both thick and thin


the wafers came unstuck from skin.



All the time that I was spending


cleaning up seemed never-ending.


The stream of faeces from my tum


took much more time than from my bum.



I am afraid to my dismay


this time was spread throughout the day.


When looking forward I could see


time spent like this was not for me.



Accumulated bits of time


cleaning up the shit and slime,


when this began to irritate


then I began to irrigate.



Now all that time's used in one go


my life is mine to use and grow.


I've laid to rest my bad emotions


and made the best of time and motions.



B. Withers 2013

Love it Bill! Thanks for putting into words what many of us think and feel

Hello shiningstar. Thank you for the reply -I'm so glad you liked it.Best wishes. Bill

I'm sitting here laughing my butt off. That was great!

Hello romanceme4ever. Thank you for you feedback and the fact that it brought forth a smile. It is always important to know that there are people who enjoy or appreciate this type of thing as it give that impetus and motivation to write some more. Best wishes Bill.

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