Muscles creak,
Bones start to ache,
Mouths leak,
Hips break.
Joints pop
And speak Greek.
Knees knock
Because they're weak.
If a moment you seek,
To roll your aged cares to the Maker of new,
When things look bleak,
He will rest your head and your cares, strew,
When your own body is rebelling,
When you feel peck to death with a beak,
When you sigh in your own dwelling,
And you know you've passed your peak,
Rest in Him your pieces,
Let Him your smile tweak.
Give your breath releases,
And smile into sleep.
Thanks to Lyndsay Ricketson for providing inspiration and some of the writing. For more of her work check out her website!
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