Creeping Mortality - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

I had a spinal shot today, Oh my:
It passed by quickly, merciful it was
Though not a pleasant thing - it does
Me good, or so they tell me, bye and bye!
The daily drumbeat on my aging bones,
A dirge of progress, inching wrinkling skin -
I see it in the mirror, yon and hin,
A creeping prelude giv'n to groans and moans!
But laugh I must at this mortality,
Far better than to whine in useless pain,
'Twill do naught to complain in might and main,
I needs concede to creeping frailty.
Birth and death, whence comes this common curse?
Who could dream up anything much worse?