My body and I argue
Almost every single day
It complains that I’m the reason
Things are now this way
“For all the things you could have done
And the things you failed to do
The only reason for this mess
It is all because of you!
So don’t tell me that it hurts
And will I stop the pain?
After many years of misuse
It’s my turn to complain.”
Yes, I suppose that’s true!! We all have to pay the fiddler!
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We certainly do GP. Just wish the bugger weren’t now demanding overtime and compensation…
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Thank you for sharing your poetic thoughts. As one aging friend to another, and at your invitation, I’ll share one of my own. I wrote it many years ago, thinking of my Dad. Now, it seems to describe me as well.
Losing Their Grip
Frail, translucent hands,
familiar yet foreign in an Old World sort of way,
veins high and meandering under parchment skin.
From Omaha to Inchon and a lifetime since,
they’ve swung an axe and loaded freight,
shoveled gravel, carried hod,
built up walls and torn them down again.
For all they’ve done, they aren’t so much to look at now.
Their past is history, you might say.
There’s no surprise in getting old, of course,
one ache at a time.
The only thing that gets me is:
I figured that my mind would start to go,
lose its grip.
Who knew my hands would go first?
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I love this poem. The imagery is so evocative. Thanks for sharing.
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Yes, I’m sure my body would be saying that if it could speak 🙂
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If it’s not complaining yet, give it time 😀
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem on the problems linked to aging, which are MY problems, too
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I hear you, Sister and probably share the pain.
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Don’t let your body talk to you like this! Put it in its place. You’ve surely looked after it as well as you could, and better than anyone else could have! 😊
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What a wise observation, Denzil. Thanks for commenting.
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I think I remember some quite from the movie, GI Jane. It was something like, “Pain is your friend. It lets you know you’re still alive.” 😎
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Too sad, too true.
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Just yesterday I was having coffee with some friends and we all agreed that after 40 it’s like you inexorably start to fall apart……let alone after 45🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Wait til you are in your 60s. That’s when my body says “You’re old.” My stepmother told me the 80s were worse. Can’t wait (not) Thanks for commenting.
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I’m with yoko hono:age is a concept human kind invented and I hope I can pretend is true as long as I can🤪
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Long may you continue with that point of view. 🙂
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