each day I wake to poor balance, to limbs
& my back stiff, aching, often newly bruised
my skin mottles with brown spots, crusty
circular growths, my red eyes leak & blur
don’t be alarmed, nothing’s amiss — it’s age
I’ve lived years beyond what nature planned
suffered ear infections, motorcycle accidents
ulcers, four failed joints, I fell & broke my arm
plus all I’ve forgotten, ailments large & small
hay fever, childhood fevers, panic, anxiety
medics treat us — scalpels, doses, casts
so we recover to live another many years
until something comes along & nails us
finally & forever, out there, a new day
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