Physical Adjustments Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You can forget to doubt about,
Facing life without...
Trying to stop mental and physical,
Adjustments.
After a certain time,
When youth begins to be noticed to fade...
Tests to pass a patience once had,
Only prepares what had been tolerated...
For those next tasks to come.
Whether or not you choose to be stubborn.
Know this to be reality to leave a youth done.

Some live life refusing to believe,
Those days to awaken to jump out of bed...
To discover aches and pains to feel instead,
In both feet AND knees arrive for permanent visits.
With a back to pop and crack,
As reminders of aging and not jokes to tease.

And at a certain age,
When the body begins the doing of that.
All you can do is laugh. Sit back and accept.
But staying in denial to become upset with regrets,
Is a decision one makes to disguise their aging process...
As a temporary experience to address others impressed,
By an acceptance to pretend...
Youth to keep is a state of mind,
Without finding more time to lay down and rest.

'Why are those kids assisting as if to insist,
That 'old' man off the dance floor?
And he seems reluctant.
Although appearing to display showmanship.'

~I think he has finally been convinced,
A rhythm 'they' keep to the beat for him has ended.
When they began to wave their hands in the air,
Like they just didn't care with the raising of the roof?
Well...
He fell to his knees trying to get some air to breathe.
Then pretended he was James Brown.
Asking for a cape.
And someone obliged his request,
By covering him with a tablecloth.
And off the floor they carried him.~