I had a spinal shot today, Oh my:
It passed by quickly, merciful it was
Though not a pleasant thing - it does
Me good, or so they tell me, bye and bye!
The daily drumbeat on my aging bones,
A dirge of progress, inching wrinkling skin -
I see it in the mirror, yon and hin,
A creeping prelude giv'n to groans and moans!
But laugh I must at this mortality,
Far better than to whine in useless pain,
'Twill do naught to complain in might and main,
I needs concede to creeping frailty.
Birth and death, whence comes this common curse?
Who could dream up anything much worse?
An inescapable station between birth and death, which is painful too in the form of old age, meaningfully described. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Yes, the useless cry of it all. Sad, realistic but great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain, 'Twill do naught to complain in might and main, I needs concede to creeping frailty. Birth and death, whence comes this common curse? Who could dream up anything much worse? .....beautiful