Bladder Matter

It’s only a Trickle,
But I need to rush.
Feeling as if,
I just might Gush

I no longer,
Sleep most nights.
It’s naps between,
Restroom flights.

Up and Down,
Down and Up,
My aging bladder,
Has to interrupt.

Too many times,
I fumble in the dark.
Make way to the toilet,
And try to hit the mark.

Here’s my plight:
Five trips a night.
Too many flushes,
Before daylight.

Dealing with,
A sensitive prostate.
Often puts me in,
A hurried state.

It’s a Bladder Matter,
That just can’t wait.
I need some relief.
Before it’s too late.

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