Two scores of ripe years ere, remember I,
At shower or at shaving, soothing hair,
Bending my elbow turned when painful nigh,
I wondered whence this hurt had tip-toed ere
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Sores and scores! ! Medical aid; Muse of the healing process. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.