Creaks

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Sneak down the stairs 

Don't wake the hoards 

Bones creaking 

In tune with the boards. 

A good day's work 

The old dogs are numb. 

I avoided this day 

But it had to come. 

Cob with his hernia 

And one and a half hands,

Me with my fried brain,

Between us,

A man!

We got the job done 

In very good time. 

The old girl did good.

In her bilge

A little brine.

The weather was fair the tide was right. 

The old fellas did it,

With no one in sight.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2023 01:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good write 2.

  • arqios

    Being aged and rickety, both material stuff and humans alike. TFS 🙏🏻

  • sorenbarrett

    So well worded and written.It gives pause and brings on many thoughts. Age portrayed so well.

  • Thomas W Case

    Excellent work.



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