Body by Costco

      Ever since Shopko closed down, most of my wardrobe has come from Costco. Since I am there buying prunes anyway, or toilet paper to go with the prunes, if I see clothes that fit me (especially under $9.99), I buy them. And so do so many others. In almost any crowd, I can find another woman wearing the same shirt I have on. But clothes are just what covers my body, now my body itself is emulating Costco. Just like Costco is constantly relocating stock after hours so customers will be forced to search other areas of the store looking for it (and hopefully buy something they did not plan to) my body relocates my pain from where I left it at bedtime, to find in some new spot in the morning. So, in honor of my 68th birthday, I offer the following tribute to Costco, and my aging body.

My Body is Like Costco

My body is like Costco

who takes such great delight

in relocating things I buy

while I'm asleep at night.

 

But I'm not moving footwear

or protein bars or Gain,

my body likes to play around

with my arthritis pain.

 

For I may go to sleep at night

with pain in my right hand

and wake to find it's in my foot,

and I can barely stand.

 

My neck may hurt at bedtime

but I wake a little later

to find it in my lumbar zone,

my spine, its escalator.

 

My body is like Costco

but I should not complain

its adding some variety

to my old age and pain.

 

10/01/24  my 68th birthday