I’m not really sure why I wrote today’s silly poem? With my sedate retirement life, it’s not as if I’ve been chopping wood, raking leaves, or performing any other activity that might lead to blisters. I also haven’t had one in years as the result of even running or walking. Blisters can be seen as badges of honor after a tough workout or hours of hard manual labor. I don’t even have any rough callouses on my hands to prove that I’m a hard worker. I do, however, remember some nasty, painful blisters from years long past.

As far as pimples, this is more of a teenage problem, but we as adults occasionally have to deal with this unexpected visitor. The older you get, the less likely the occurrence, but you’re never really free from these embarrassing skin irritants. They also usually “pop-up” at the worst possible times, perhaps stress related. As a retiree, I’m not faced with much stress anymore. However, I still can’t just leave a pimple alone – I have to constantly touch it and this simply prolongs its annoying presence.

Blisters, pimples, cold sores, and boils are some of life’s cruel tricks. You can in many cases prevent friction-related blisters by wearing gloves and extra protection, but you simply can’t avoid the rest of these skin anomalies. Blistering can also be the result of extreme temperature, chemical exposure, crushing/pinching, and medical conditions. Fever blisters, dermatitis, pemphigus, chickenpox, herpes, impetigo, and eczema are not as easily avoided. However, given an option of two of the less serious varieties of a blister or a pimple, which evil would you choose?

Lesser Of Two Evils

I’m just a blister,
And not here for long,
It just goes to prove,
You did something wrong.

I popped up unexpectedly,
And ruined your day.
Something you did,
Rubbed the wrong way.

It’s a bit sore,
Soon I will go away.
With everything you do,
I will get in your way.

A Band-Aid can cover me,
But the pain is still there.
You could have avoided me,
So next time beware.

I’m just a pimple,
And not here for long,
Wherever you go,
You’ll take me along.

I’m big and I glow,
I’ve ruined your day.
You can’t explain why,
And I won’t go away,

You didn’t pick me,
So don’t start now.
I’ll just get bigger,
As space will allow.

Make-up won’t help,
Only time makes me heal.
A zit on your nose,
Doesn’t have much appeal.

Blister or Pimple,
I’m an unwelcome guest.
I come for a visit,
Under protest.

Either way, I’m annoying,
But if you had a say.
You’d take a blister,
Any old day.

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