This body creaks and groans
It’s certainly been abused
Many a sleepless weekend
Excessive drinking in my youth
Remnants of sciatica
A spine that's been attacked
Misaligned hips and shattered discs
That pop like bubble wrap
A cerebrum crinkled like a chestnut
Crammed with everything it's seen
This heart's become a derrick
Pumping oil and gasoline
Breath that billows black soot
Just like a steam train's song
Blackened lungs from inhaling
Metallic fumes all day long
Blood becoming dark and thick
Viscous like sump oil
Years of mechanical labour
Grinding work and toil
This body is resilient
Absorbing shock and stress
Clunking along on buckled wheels
While rusted gears still mesh
A digestive tract in disrepair
After years of processed foods
Now fed Guinness and wilted spinach
Barely loosening the noose
Failing organic parts
Replaced by titanium and plastic
A rusted machine idling
Still stubbornly automatic
This body always remembers
This body never forgets
Stumbling over awkward terrain
From one week to the next
This body perseveres
This body's all I've got
A vintage Vitesse still rumbling
Despite many miles on the clock
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2026 03:53
- Category: Reflection
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I feel you with arthritis kicking in, muscle shrinkage, energy loss, aches and pains, a general slowing down age takes its toll. Well written
Thank you. I'm actually not that bad, I just use the subject to draw inspiration from. I have a few minor health issues but they're exaggerated in this piece.
We all have it coming eventually though. I hope you're managing ok.
Thanks for your positive comment.
Much appreciated - Syd
You are most welcome and I won't complain for health has always been good to me
Well written. Your poem personifies the body as a machine, highlighting its aging, decay, and the artificial replacements that accompany it. Welcome to my world .❤️
Hi Friendship, thank you for reading and commenting. I'm sorry to hear you can relate.
- Syd 🍄
Awe, I know you will find the olive you need for your engine my dear Syd, I hope you are well my friend, just to cheer you up and please feel free to come back and look anytime, try being a a 51 year old gal with Memapause kicking in, everything aches all the wrong things grow and I'm always really really angry even with babies in prams lol 🤣 see I bet you have a smile now!
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