Aches and pains.
Numb.
Blind and dumb.
Shifting, burning,
Aching, throbbing,
Pain.
Gift of age,
Curse brings rage
That builds and tears
On wounds and fears
Like coils of rope,
Draining hope.
Yet on I walk,
‘Er this one thought,
With pain comes patience
And grateful thanks
Of days gone by,
And future bright.
