Old People Sounds
It begins every day
with strange sounds I would say
rising up, to a mornings sun rays.
There is cracking and creaking
and parts even squeaking
strange music my bones seem to play.
There is moaning and groaning
the lack of my toning
I endeavor to changing my ways.
Rolling out of my rack
with a resounding big crack
'tis life getting old, I do say!
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.
