I am ancient, I am grey
The day that pain moves in to stay.
Dark clouds roll in to snatch the sun
The loss of humour has begun.
I shout at trees and curse the Gods
The doctors who are evil sods.
I hate the drugs, the black box warnings
The painful stiffness in the mornings.
Cracking bones and swollen joints
That voice that asks me whats the point.
My walking stick and special shoes
Have now become a poets muse.
You are a bastard
I hate your guts
Your vicious intrusion drives me nuts.
And then one day you disappear
It's almost as if you were never here.
Sunshine returns the clouds have lifted
A sense of humour once more I'm gifted.
In the park
Light cracks the sky
And angels sing me
A lullaby.
This a gift from Tallis.
Written on phone so not set out properly.