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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 ©
Ilene Bauer
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