One day it's my waist,
Next day it's my knees.
I have trigger finger,
It hurts when I sneeze.
My joints are all creaking,
My back's out all day.
I keep popping pills,
And I smell like Bengay.
Oh well, c'est la vie,
What else can I say?
God just give me the strength,
To get up everyday.
8/17/13 Alton Texas
Only people of a certain age group could appreciate this poem. Sadly, I'm one of them, haha. Good job describing what we go through daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, amen brother! Ain't it the truth now! Good one pal.