To my back is the sun
Got my back are my friends
On my back is my worries
Stabbing my back are jerks and double crossers
Rubbing my back is a loved one
Helping my back are the meds
Come to think of it being my back is hard
But being my heart is even worse
Kenneth Caron Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-8/
