Creaking
I’m sitting, learning forward
On a Sunday afternoon
As if I were counting vertebrae
I can’t hear them, not yet
Maybe someday
Ageing with an e or without
Isn’t so bad
Especially when most of what’s wrong
Has been extant for years
I wonder if someone else could relate
With ailments long-standing
Conditions that haven’t healed right
Events from long ago
That still have their way
For good or ill
Ill when it’s nightmarish
In the waking now
Creaking like an old door
That still moves
Thank goodness
But like a challenge that
Deserves a well-oiled response
C L Couch
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October 22, 2018 at 9:49 am
Whoa. I love the metaphor in this one, Sir.