A Lucky Escape Poem by John Carter Brown
A Lucky Escape
My joints are stiff, my body aches
from A to B, an age it takes;
problems they are manifold
oh why must I be old?
To rise without my walking stick
and heave myself to perpendicular
is hard, and such a strain,
oh glory, here we go again:
there's something coming through the door
that crashes to the wooden floor;
tons of junk-mail in the hall,
oh well, I'm up, and didn't fall.
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4/26/2024 4:08:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Im back and enjoying your down to earth portraits of aging.At 91 I could really connect with this.Sadly funny with all that realism