Today, for no particular reason
As I sat contemplating
I straightened my elbow
And my attention was drawn
To the wrinkled folds of skin
That loosely surrounded
My olecranon process
My triceps muscle itself
Still appeared sufficiently firm
And was not sagging down
Thanks to an athletic youth
But this loose skin
Around my elbow
Caused me to reflect
That the reality
of my being and mortality
Was not some construct
Of my mind alone
But was evidently
Reflected
In my flesh and blood as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just don't bump the ulnar nerve running over the radial notch. : -)
No kidding!