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Critical Mass
Lately I move more slowly lest
some part of me choose to protest.
When stepping down, I must not rankle
and cause to turn my iffy ankle.
Getting up’s so controversial,
that I stage a small rehearsal,
raising myself half way there
up into the waiting air,
then heaving myself all the way up
once I know I’m going to stay up.
Each part of me, when pulled from rest
issues warnings at its behest.
My backbone aches and both legs cramp.
My right foot hurts over the vamp.
I’ve carpal tunnel from too much typing,
a sore throat now (from all my griping,)
high blood pressure from worrying,
assorted bruises from hurrying.
What’s more, I think it’s crass of me
to reveal what the mass of me
complains of every time I move.
Somehow it simply doesn’t behoove
a person of a certain age
to moan, complain and gripe and rage
over every little ache and pain
that our younger comrades so disdain.
I’ll step more sprightly, with seeming ease
no matter what muscles I displease
in doing so. I will endeavor
to appear youthful for forever!
No matter that my critical mass
prefers that I sit on my ass.
I will not listen to hip joints that
need replacing or that slight fat
around my middle that I fear tends
to interfere with graceful bends.
Shortness of breath I’ll try to hide.
My irritation I’ll abide.
Mask all this pain and consternation
with a look you’ll see as constipation!
“The” word today is critical.
Very good! And, oh, I am hearing this! I have a vertical bruise in the dead center of my sometimes cleavage — from a plastic bottle of Mop’n’Glow that jumped off the high cabinet shelf rather than stay in my grip. I am definitely losing my grip, lol — I hate that!
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Isn’t it something when cliche phrases become reality? Losing my grip? Losing my marbles? Slipping up?
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We have to adapt and adapt and adapt, but above all, from others (and ourselves!), we need gentleness, now.
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I just loved reading it,well conveyed… please visit my blog and follow If u like my work!😀
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Thanks, Anugrah.
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Yes
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Well…that about sums it up!
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Ha. Thanks to the punsters in our midst.
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Thank you very much, Judy. You certainly were playing my song. When I start to get up from my chair, every fiber in my body is trying to communicate with the get-up, off your ass part of the brain. Finally, I stand up, legs wobble, I sit half way back down, regain my balance, stand up again. After a few knee bends, I make my first step, if that goes well, I will proceed all the way to the table, about 8 feet away.
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I like the way your poems rhyme. In this one, the rhyming turns a not-so-pleasant experience into something seemingly more positive. It’s fun to read.
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Thanks, RW. I love to rhyme. Makes writing into a game. (Makes a not-so-pleasant experience into something more positive.) Ha.
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It’s impossible to read that without doing a mental self exam. So far, I’m only bothered by painful knees when I walk down stairs…and constipation
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You’re doing pretty well. Take probiotics every day and drink lots of water!!!!
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Good poem – I can relate.
Scary photo though.
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