Out of Joint

In case the mirror’s not enough, Reminders of my age May crop up just to let me know I’m at a certain stage. A lack of energy, perhaps, Or slackening of skills, More visits to the doctor And a daily dose of pills… A host of ailments never known When in my younger years And slowing down in varied ways By giving into fears… A memory I can’t quite grasp, A stupid slip and fall, An item on the must-do list I simply can’t recall… The knowledge of the ones I’ve lost Who’ve passed or slipped away, The hours sometimes hard to fill When weather woes hold sway. I really could go on and on But think I’ve made my point. This isn’t how I always feel; Today I’m out of joint.