Thank you for my long curly
Hair, thank you for my ears
And eyes, nose and
Neck and
Knees
Youth has but disappeared
Osteo-arthritis rules.
Underneath my
Fingernails lies the dirt
Of life
Rather than
Moan and groan, I
Yawn with delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem full of gratitude.