Ache's and pain

Iv'e joined the ache's and pain brigade

It's because of growing old I know

Now everything that I can do 

Is done but rather slow

When the sun shines down upon me

as into the garden I then creep

Natures bursting all around me

It's enough to make an old man weep

But gardening is said to be therapeutic

It's supposed to help you on your way

To make those old muscles work harder

So you can ache again all next day


This poem is about: 
Our world


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