With age this physical body becomes a wreck,
Retired from that rat race, I thought I got a break,
Except that now I am feeling more aches and pains,
Compelling me to use at times walkers or canes.
Kneeling to pray becomes a risky enterprise,
As without help I might not be able to rise.
Goodbye to lithe and limber limbs that used to dance,
Enough of rock; this old horse can no longer prance....
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