burdens our bodies
bends our backs
and hunches us forward
with legs bowed
our feet now splayed
unsure to tread
the uneven terrain
of life’s tortuous path
failing eyesight and hearing
can transform simple tasks
into tedious chores
but it could be worse
what affects the body
can meddle the mind
and its synapses
curb thought and memory
so we make do
with what we have
perhaps too with help
from family and friends
for that we’re thankful
while a pessimist friend
reminds us with a grin
it could be worse, you know.
Thanks Joan. The poem began as something different, but then the poem had its way with me.
We’re on the right side of the grass. I love how the poem determines your direction.