Sunday, July 25, 2010

A Succession of Progression in the Sound of O

So here we go. Another Day.  Oh I am
Sure to know that age, my constant foe, is
Gaining. I can feel slowness in my step
From heel to toe. Pain shoots billiards with my
Bones. A glow of arthritis brings
Me woe. I shiver more in winter’s blow
And dread even the lightest snow, fearing I’ll
Slip and go break something below.  But string
Your bow. Fight the flow. And yo, you’ll survive.

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