Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Time of life

Annoyed every morning,
At the recurrent pain,
Gnawing away the insides,
Seeking relief in vain.
Age is the cause,
But it gets hushed up,
The need to stay young
Necessitates cover up.
Like a switch turned on
The aches began to garner
Just as she went past
The proverbial corner.
Admittedly she did not
Look anything like old
But the body discerns,
The groans are foretold.

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