The smallest spark, begins a war,
It has no mercy, it wants to rule.
This insufferable joker, you can't ignore,
He takes the lead and acts too cruel.

Sometimes the heat can get to your head,
The flames are surrounding, you want to run.
And sometimes you feel like you're on a death bed,
Because the flames rise higher, hotter than the sun.

But the flames can be tamed, for a little while,
When the burning sensation gives it a rest.
Others may help you to conquer this mile,
And in a short time, you're back at your best.

So change your view, when you are feeling unable,
Because the term "arthritic" will not be your label!