My Body

I think upon my body,
Its aging spots and skin.
The muscles drawn upon my face,
That works to form a grin.

There's hurt along my spinal cord,
And in my stomach pit.
Something pops at every joint,
Both when I stand and sit.

Little twitches climb my leg,
That catch me on the stair.
And to try to flutter on my toes,
I wouldn't even dare.

My youthful glow has gone away,
And left me extra flank.
The way we did long years ago,
Has changed its name and rank.

I'm telling you right here and now,
That aches and pains are strife.
I would of lost experiences rare,
Had I no claim to life.


E.P. 1908 - 1989