I am happy that I can breathe, <br />Walk, lift my arms, sit <br />Without assistance, get up too: <br /> <br />When the eye goes dull and dark <br />And ear cannot do business <br />Without hearing aid, one slumps. <br /> <br />Like God touched Jonah the prophet <br />When any part of my body <br />Goes on strike, I realize its worth only then. <br /> <br />It is not that these things don’t happen <br />When one is young, but if one is also old, <br />That awareness multiplies trouble. <br /> <br />Perhaps partly in imagination, but then <br />Effectively makes it worse: <br />As an old man, you get up more slowly.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arthritis-2/
