O, how the muscles scream, the swelling starts,
and morning’s fall is showing off its face.
I hit the floor without an ounce of grace.
At least for now I need some brand-new parts.
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I am a retired language arts teacher from Michigan who has published a book of poems. I write poetry in the classic forms. My reading interests are non-fiction, especially in the areas of medicine and spirituality. I am a pianist, and also enjoy word puzzles and games.
October 3, 2012 at 12:11 am
Cleverly written and we all wake to that feeling … one day or another.
October 3, 2012 at 11:56 am
Fast, impressive visual. Well done.
October 3, 2012 at 11:59 am
Thank you so much, Martin. I appreciate your kind words.
October 4, 2012 at 11:03 am
Perfect write. Perfectly titled