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
G V
This poem is about:
Me
Our world