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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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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J.rid
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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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