Tag Archives: #getting_old

It wasn't like this, you say.
Everything hurts. Why do
You think that is? You ask
But I haven't the heart to
Place the blame squarely
Where it belongs, age, It's 
A starting point, I am sure.
My cousin Daniela, I miss
Her, like I miss my mother, 
She, Daniela, would say it's
The aches in the morning 
That prove we're still alive.
I answer your question and
I say no it never was like this
When we were young. I was
Never stiff or slow. Nothing 
Hurt to the bone. That's true.