Out of Joint

In case the mirror’s not enough,

Reminders of my age

May crop up just to let me know

I’m at a certain stage.

 

A lack of energy, perhaps,

Or slackening of skills,

More visits to the doctor

And a daily dose of pills…

 

A host of ailments never known

When in my younger years

And slowing down in varied ways

By giving into fears…

 

A memory I can’t quite grasp,

A stupid slip and fall,

An item on the must-do list

I simply can’t recall…

 

The knowledge of the ones I’ve lost

Who’ve passed or slipped away,

The hours sometimes hard to fill

When weather woes hold sway.

 

I really could go on and on

But think I’ve made my point.

This isn’t how I always feel;

Today I’m out of joint.