Reversal
My garden work was once pure joy
when shared with my girl and boy.
The toil was slight.
Now that I do the job alone
it truly tires me to the bone,
an old age plight.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Dr. Mehta's "Tail Rhyme" Contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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