Creaky Friday

old hand

So age creeps up on you?
Another of life’s great lies.

No, it creaks, pops and grates
As sinews toughen
Muscles slacken
Resilience & tone give way
Slumping,
Swelling joints
Aching limbs and twinges
In hinges
that ne’er youth noticed

The slow arc of spine
Hands strategically placed
To aid the upward bend
Of limb and mind
That nimbleness has forsaken

It comes to us all in
One way or another
Deafening and deadening
Our responses
Losing the speed of yore
And leaves us despairing
That this is all there is
Until death claims us

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