My body clock is running fast <br />Old bones have started creaking <br />Eyesight isn’t what it was <br />I spend hour’s glasses seeking <br /> <br />The stiffness in my fingers <br />Don’t let me tie my laces <br />Cups of tea don’t hit the spot <br />But land in different places <br /> <br />Legs don’t like to walk far <br />The creaking make folk stare <br />Pain shoots up my backbone <br />I have to take a chair <br /> <br />I’ve tried to stop fast running <br />But no cure I am finding <br />Once your main spring comes unwound <br />There no point in rewinding <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles
