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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Wolf Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the kvetchiest of them all? Mirror, mirror --- Ah, forget it. I am. lol. Ain't the golden years grand?! :) gw
Dietrich Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Love this. So relatable. I got a drop foot and need 3 different MRIs now to determine what is causing this neurological problem to my left leg. I can't even hop on it. So strange!!
M  Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Ilene did you write this about me haha!! Absolutely spot on and so well written Ilene and think your poem speaks well for us aging folk hehe! rhymes beautifully! Debx
Lane Avatar
May 8, 2025 at 9:46 AM
There are joints that can be out of good working order, some that put one's nose out of joint, and there is the kind that hurts in a more physical manner. Ouch to those, Ilene. We can be out of joint both ways.
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