Aging , Not So Gracefully
Once my legs were shapely
and my knees, they didn't creak.
Once my bones were resilient and strong.
But now they're brittle and weak.
Exercise is in the past now,
I'm winded walking to the door.
The days of all day adventures,
well those days, they are no more.
Getting old is just the pits
in, oh so many ways
and nothing new is happening
in my current day to days.
I have to plan two days ahead
just to get the shopping done.
With no more little side trips
that used to be such fun.
I'm in a rut , I know it ,
but I have no motivation.
I'm much too tired these days
to even go on a vacation.
"I need a rest" is my favourite phrase.
I say it all the time.
But I admit , I'm no longer fit.
No longer in my prime.
So this thing aches and that thing's sore.
It's the way life is today.
So for those of you who still can do,
just get out there and play !
23/02/2022
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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