Who You Callin Old?

I am not old…

am I???

NO, I AM NOT OLD

I disapprove….

But, my knees disagree

and just argue with me

when I try to move.

At 2:30 A.M. I was trying to sleep

my leg began aching making me weep

I mumbled

and grumbled

and roared

then I stumbled

through the jumbled

mess on the floor

I had to find relief

to end my impending grief….

So I grabbed a bottle of pills

that only gave me the chills

so I put them back down.

I then grabbed the ben-gay

it reeked I must say

only making me frown.

I got up once more

but walking was a chore

I was going insane

from this crippling pain.

When I reached my room

in the back did loom

exactly what I required.

Right there in the drawer

closest to the floor

was the knee brace that I desired.

I then sat on the bed

but I just shook my head

because my hands felt fragile like glass….

So I tried it again

but,

let me tell you my friend

getting old is a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!

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