Robert J Moore Poet Rhyme

Old Bones

Old Bones
          by Bob Moore ©2022

I never thought I’d make old bones
the bending back, the moans and groans
live a fast life, and die with a smile
take things now, don’t wait a while

Creaking joints that will not bend
Elbows, knee’s and pain no end
Wake in the morning, another day
Know all these aches won’t go away

At least I know I’m still alive
some friends and relatives did not survive
to wake in the morning, as I do now
to face another day somehow 

But as the years went passing by
I found things to live for, not to die
family, friends, things to do
I hope life is the same for you.

Bob Moore

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