on Ankles and Consequence

I remember
Looking back now
How much I enjoyed to run

Even in December
When the snow covered
The streets with light and glee

Every member
Of my body would delight
On the regular stroll I would take

Strong as timer
Though now I think
My body, it's not the same

I am limber
Not as agile
Not as strong

And the sender
Of all these things
My ankles, which have given out

No more splendor
Instead when I run I receive
The aftermaths of youth

And a lender
Of relief I pray for
From the consequences of my youth

The End

1,110 comments about this poem Feed