Bones

This poem is about aging, arthritis, and having the bones degenerate as one gets older.

Frail is the spine that burdens,
naked as the hinge draws closer,
age ascending! calcium descending!
Kyphosis, each liquid draining,
Lordosis, I feel a little lame.
I flex but I am stiff.
Soundness, Just let me stretch!
 Just let me sleep!
Burning, swollen, aching knees,
Exhausted from carrying the weight of my bones.

Paul Hickey
11-18-11