moving along
going strong
push it forward
making the move
feeling good
set the pace
keep it going
feel it pop
pain explodes
stabbing through
knee gives out
ending the day
it felt good
right up until
now crutches
I hate growing old
Ouch!! I can almost feel the pain in the stanza "knee gives out". I really can relate to this poem. How I miss jogging!! I hate growing old too!
ReplyDeleteIt's an illusion of old age...we find our recovery path and enjoy the vigor of our new-found youth when it arrives...........ok, I'm delusional (smiles)
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