The Shell

The Shell short poem

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As sure as eggs is eggs,
My aching feet sing.
But not out of love, joy
Or any good thing.

They’re fed up and tired
Defeated by time.
The joints have eroded
Just listen to them grind.

Like a rusty old car
All battered and forlorn.
I am trapped in this shell
Just weathering the storm.

It comes to us all
So the wise men say.
Just treasure every minute
Every hour; every day.

Written on September 2010

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 3

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Good one Darren, I have just been for my M.O.T and listened to my feet? and went to the gym
against my feets advice. Ha Ha Yes the creaks are showing more since 2010.


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