John Carter Brown

A Lucky Escape - Poem by John Carter Brown

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: humorous

Form: Light Verse

Comments about A Lucky Escape by John Carter Brown

  • (1/15/2016 1:53:00 PM)

    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
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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