Tissues and holy socks.
Stories filled with hard knocks.
Broken synapses, memory blocks.
Whom did what with my keys?
We can’t do as we please.
I gotta check first with my knees.
Then my lower back and
A hip I cracked on
A damn door knob
Now, holy God…
Everything hurts and my
Life force spurts in
Fits and fumbles, regular tumbles.
Time ain’t passing me by!
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