Venting
I once was young
And now I'm not.
That knowledge gets
To me a lot.
My hair is thin,
My skin is lined
And if you ask,
Of course I mind!
My knee hurts when
I walk the stairs.
Complaining's useless -
No one cares.
Forgive my mood -
It's evident
That there are times
One needs to vent.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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