On Growing Old

Langton

On Growing Old.

 

My joints and muscles creak

they feel feeble and weak

out of a chair I shunt

with a mournful grunt

 

My steps are careful and slow

I will get there I know

destination seems too far

should have taken the car

 

I wear a dental plate

because of all the sweets I ate

a sweet tooth my downfall

not many teeth left at all.

 

I take my daily pills

to help with all my ills

I have a jab collection

to guard against infection

 

Specs give vision clear

distance seen as well as near

my hearing, sound as a bell

I wear hearing aids as well

 

Climbing stairs I have to stop

to take a breath before the top

on climbing to the top stair

I look around and wonder why I'm there

 

The joy of another day

to help me on my way

another thing to bless

the good old NHS

 

  • Author: Langton (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2021 10:37
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  • Paul Bell

    The good old NHS, keeping you from distress. There's still life in the old horse yet, though I maybe not bet you'll win the 2.30 just yet.

  • spilleronsheet

    Well crafted…the words stringed so well

  • salahidden

    You really convey a sense of being well!



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