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.