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