Poem: Age

by Harry

The bones are creaking.

Joints in pain.

Starting to swell.

To go out of shape.

The tablets aren’t helping.

Neither is the heat lamp.

Rubs give some ease.

For a short time only.

It can only get worse.

We just have suffer on.

That’s the trouble with old age.

The body goes to hell.

10 Responses to “Poem: Age”

  1. Your words are true. I use the vitamin B-6. Help with the joints. Old age can slow us down. A excellent poem.

  2. at least we have more experiences to write poems about. I appreciate my father more, rough stuff this aging.

    when I played rugby, we used to get dmso from the pharmacy and apply it to joints. seemed help.

  3. No problem Bill your welcome, you count your likes ?

  4. Harry-I love this. You always offer us something fresh that allows us readers to scratch our heads, smile and think to ourselves-“Why didn’t I think of this?” I would love to visit Ireland someday and just sit and write with you 🙂

    Age is a funny little pregnant rodent with rabies. My youngest daughter (7) asked me yesterday if I would still have boobs when I am old. I won’t tell you my reply….

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