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.
You can also see the poem at Poets Corner
Try some WD40
HAHA, i could rub it in
Go for a run Harry! If it’s going to hurt anyway you might as well hurt doing something.
Nice poem!!!
Thats bad for you
i have never played any sports or exercised, people i know who did all have new knees and hips, what does that tell me.
Uhm….well….er….uh….I’m not sure. But what are you saving it for?
I don’t want to go under the knife to get new knees or hips
That is a good enough reason for sure!
Every day brings a new little pain, doesn’t it. Some not so little ones too. Your poem hits the nail on the head!
Thanks Lyn, it grows every day.
I feel your pain.
Addie, so do i
I hate getting old!
Get the baby oil on your face, my wife uses it .
So wish I’d have known then wha i know now. I’d have taken better care/ Oh the hips of it all !
The hips, stomach and knees
That leaves you with just no place to go Harry! This old age business is not for the faint of heart.
Take care friend ~ BB
My Mom would love this poem. She’s now complaining things aren’t what they used to. gardening is not as easy anymore, she says.
Ren, i did away with the grass and plants are in tubs where i can reach them, low maintenance garden
Yeah, but it’s better than the alternative, isn’t it, Harry?
It is , pain is better than dead
Phew…haven’t got there…YET!!!
Your lucky you have not granny.
I know…but if I don’t get back to my walking soon I will be in trouble.
I could visualize myself in the near future, HAHAHA
It will hit you some time Chester
Thanks – nice to know I have something to look forward to!
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