The Old Age Creak - Poem by Elena Plotkin
It's not just my house that is creaking.
My bones have also started speaking.
My aches and pains are a 'clamoring.
I yell "stop your incessant yammering."
They just laugh back at me cause I'm old.
When I was young, they weren't so bold!
Back when I was younger and full of vigor,
There was not a peep or even a snicker.
But now that I am old, tired, and weak,
They're nothing but chatterboxes with cheek.
And it doesn't take much to get them all going.
A slight move or shift and they're off crowing.
The only song they know is the OLD AGE CREAK.
I hope they all get laryngitis sometime this week! !
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