Every Ache In The World

Jim starts the day with good intention Jobs need doing that require his attention. The garden needs a good sprucing up His vegetation 'triffids' are running amok. He mows the lawn, trims the hedges, Creates those nice, neat lined edges. Weeds the borders, deadheads the flowers, Feeds the plants their nutritional powers. The hard soil is dug, ready and prepped To sow the seeds for home grown veg. Must not forget to prune back the tree A labour of love is what it can be. Hours of work that seemed never ending His body and limbs, stretching and bending. Sun burnt skin, his head now aches Back is killing him, so takes a break. Joints and muscles moan and groan Weeds now gone are finally dethroned. Jim's bones applaud with clicks and cracks His badge was the sting when a wasp attacked. Admiring his garden that he has served His body felt it carried every ache in the world. The thing Jim will remember and quickly did learn To wear factor fifty to avoid the sunburn. 29.08.24