It's not just my house that is creaking.
My bones have also started speaking.
My aches and pains are a 'clamoring.
I yell "stop your incessant yammering."
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hey elena, i read this yesterday or so and got pulled away before commenting. i just read it AGAIN, and i think i hadn't even finished it the other day! i don't remember seeing that great ending before. this has to go to MyPoemList. and maybe it will be useful to send to some of my old friends to cheer them up. maybe not. great rhyming, story, and story-telling! ! ! ! loved it. bri :)
I love the sentiments of this poem. Sometimes it doesn't matter how old the creak comes out of the woodwork, so to speak. I've run 5 marathons and I creak. Strange that the beer doesn't creak. Best
Well told my dear, just the down to earth truth- funny, but not so funny from that side of our life.I like your title. I was 89 on March 12 so I guess life has blessed me. Hang in there, check you later