Aches And Groans Poem by Phil Soar

I realised my fate was sealed the moment I bent down
And age had crept upon me, and I couldn't help but frown
For trying to get up again, was now a painful task
The pain upon my furrowed brow is something I can't mask

The groans and moans accompany me, wherever I may go
Where once I would have sprinted, now I'm oh so slow
And as the days get shorter and darkness settles in
The winter of my discontent, is a time I should stay in