Aging

Morning comes
Stiff and creaking
Try to tretch it out
Yawn
Lift the head
Now the shoulders
So heavy
So very heavy

Do I have to get up today?

Joints ache
Muscles protest
Every morning
Crick. Crack.
Every day

The floor is cold
My feet freeze in place where they land
I can not move
Neck bows from the weight
Arms sag
Gravity pulls at me
So tired
So weak

Get up
I must get up
So much to do
And only I to do it all

Get up

Time for the pills
The tiny crutches that get me through another day