Ode to Cane

Cane, my cane, oh my wonderful cane,
Last week I thought you were such a pain.
You made me look old before my time
“I’m only twenty-nine!” I would whine.
But now I consider you sublime.

Again with crutches under each arm,
To my pits and palms they cause such harm.
I do not even have one hand free
To carry a cup or plate, you see.
For my cane-dependence I do plea.