My Knees

My knees have helped me always. From my crawling toddlerhood To my trike, then 2-wheeled riding, If I needed them, they would… Let me walk for many miles, Help me climb up many stairs; Do aerobics in a gym class, Reach for shelves from tops of chairs. On my knees, I’ve dug and planted Bulbs so daffodils would grow. I’ve bent down to tie a thousand shoes, Scrubbed floors so they would glow. I have jogged and danced and boogied And played lots of running sports And throughout, my knees have given me The greatest of supports. But at last, with age advancing, From some things I must refrain For my trusty knees have lately Just provided me with pain.