Old Bones Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Our bodies they are wearing out
For that there is no doubt
Moan and groan when I sit down
And that chair I can’t get out

My hips are sore I’m slowing down
I used to hear the slightest sound
Eyesight it is fading to
Hair is gray not just a few

But getting older not all bad
My lives been full and sometimes sad
Live each day for what is worth
Before your old bones become all stiff

Chellaston
25 04.2009