Getting Older
Every bone and muscle
In my body seems to hurt.
Is this my future – staying home,
Lethargic and inert?
I do my stretches but I’ve never
Been the limber sort,
Yet I still walk 3 miles each day,
I’m happy to report.
Is age the culprit or perhaps
A reason so much worse?
If it’s the former, we can’t make
The years go in reverse.
Yet other possibilities
Loom darkly in my mind,
Contributing some wrinkles
To a face already lined.
I must admit that getting old’s
Annoying as can be
And what is most surprising is
It’s happening to me!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
