Tuesday, July 15, 2008

old and falling apart

Somedays I feel old
Like I'm falling apart
And I really do wish
I could get a restart

I feel I have pain
I feel I get sore
Gotta get things done
Gotta do even more

One knee, it gets stiff
The other's replaced
The price that I pay
For things done in haste

My back is so sore
And I can't turn my neck
But I think about this
And say what the heck

The life I have lived
And the things I have done
I look at it all
And I have had fun

Some people were born
In worse shape than I
Never even a chance
To look in the sky

It's not all that bad
To have aches and pains
Some just are payment
For all my great gains

4 comments:

Jen said...

Your poetry isn't hurting, that's for sure! :)

74WIXYgrad said...

My poetry feels good
When I know it gets read
And Jen eases my aches
By statements she said

Daisy said...

When I feel like this, Cliff, I try to allow myself to do some things that I enjoy---read a good book, listen to music I like, watch a funny movie. It helps me to get my mind off the aches and pains and get in a better mood. Then it seems I start to feel a little better too!

Very well written poem! I liked it. :)

Pat Jenkins said...

i don't know if this is depressing or uplifting???!!... hmmmm!!