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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Smith Avatar
February 3, 2024 at 1:03 AM
A reminder to us all Terry. I am sure this piece will help a few breathe more easy. And there is some satisfaction in passing wisdom on to others while we are waiting. Regards David in NZ
Ireland Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 11:48 PM
Thanks David. Having reached 80 I find myself so much more philosophical about this.
Bauer Avatar
January 17, 2024 at 12:22 PM
you've described this very well, terry, and i can certainly relate. as long as we have the sunshine and the gardens and the ability to write some poems, i think it's worth hanging in there...
Ireland Avatar
January 21, 2024 at 1:08 AM
Thanks ilene, life is so enjoyable.
Cunningham Avatar
January 17, 2024 at 10:39 AM
Certainly no Joy in getting on years Terry. Every day there's a new ache somewhere. We just have to try enjoy the years we have left, frightening thought that there's more behind us than in front. Tom
Ireland Avatar
January 21, 2024 at 1:07 AM
Absolutely Tom, but each little ache shows we're still winning
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