No Longer Free
Is it all just a prank or caper
This thing called life
Suddenly there is pain in my hip
Which runs down my leg
It feels better when I rub it
I am making a passage
Into old age
I’ll have to pick up the pace
There will be a new plan
Of stretches and exercise
My instinct is to rest
As the pain is excruciating
Like a Voodoo doll
Stuck with a thousand pins
I am not the only one in constant pain
So many others
Using a walker
No longer free
Chained to a helping device
The bar has been raised
This thing called life
Suddenly there is pain in my hip
Which runs down my leg
It feels better when I rub it
I am making a passage
Into old age
I’ll have to pick up the pace
There will be a new plan
Of stretches and exercise
My instinct is to rest
As the pain is excruciating
Like a Voodoo doll
Stuck with a thousand pins
I am not the only one in constant pain
So many others
Using a walker
No longer free
Chained to a helping device
The bar has been raised
March 10, 2019
Wordle 394: Caper, prank, leg, rub, passage, pace, plan, instinct, stick, other, chain, bar
Wordle 394: Caper, prank, leg, rub, passage, pace, plan, instinct, stick, other, chain, bar
12 comments:
I read this shortly after returning at 2AM from a visit to the Emergency Room (Don't ask). Not quite dead yet, but you're also not alone on that road. Salute!
Yes indeed Annell, the bar continues to be raised as you get older - at least while you are aspiring to remain vigorous in spirit.
I love your "have to pick up the pace." My response, as well.
Wow this was such a good reflection on age.... guess it happens to all of us, all we can hope for is to do it gracefully
This is incredibly touching, Annell!
Oh yes, - so much ahead NOT to look forward to. We really have to try as hard as we can to keep ahead of the game of aging as much as we can.
Having to help our flesh and bones do what they used to do naturally can feel rather crippling, especially in the beginning... especially when it feels like it's hurting more than helping. But... we'll move, won't we? And turn those crutches and walkers and canes... into modified wings.
Strikes a painful chord!
But fighting rather than submitting is the way to go.
The line about picking up the pace was a call to attention. I sometimes need to remind myself that overcoming isn't always about complete reversal of a situation, but enduring in new circumstances. A clear-eyed and welcome poem.
The trouble with old age is of course the host of ailments queuing up to get a piece of you whilst you too have a get list of things to do while you still have time. Life is just a race to get just one more thing (i.e. poem) done!
True. Sigh. I'd rather use a walker and every method you mention than grow immobile before I reconcile the way. It is, relatively speaking, free. I fear immobility. I fear pain. May the fear pass since the pain seems to be arriving and ... ... Quite a relevant capture.
Unlike the game of Limbo, the bar continues to rise. Oh those golden years!
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