Just Waiting

The breathing not quite so easy The joints are starting to creak And what used to take a day Now seems to take a week I try hard to avoid Bending down anymore It takes so much effort Getting up off the floor Long insomnia filled nights Seems to be the current way Yet staying awake a problem During the course of the day. I think often of my friends Once a teeming band That can now be counted On the fingers of one hand. This life has been a good life Far more joy than pain or despair And in times of trouble and need Family and friends always there. The sun still rises every morning And still sets every single night And as these things progress My Life is pretty much alright Sometimes I can’t help thinking, Though in truth it pains me so, We’re parked in a waiting room Until it comes our turn to go, Then I look at my garden, Enjoy the warm sunshine, Think I’m not in any rush to Move on any further up the line. So the breathing not so easy Limbs not quite so free And maybe I’m not so supple As once I used to be But I’ve got a little gripper To pick things up,off the floor So really I don’t need to Bend down so much anymore.