We're ok...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Jul 24, 2018

"As our bodies slowly age, there are a few noticeable points,
like gradually  fading eyesight....and too many aching joints.
Looking closely at each other, we often hear ourselves say,
"are you alright love?... are you ok?"
Tablets for something are swallowed each...and every day,
"Have you still  got that migraine girl?...are you sure that you're ok?"
Now not as agile as we once used to be...so on go the glasses to help us to see,
I suppose growing older there is a price we all have to pay,
"How's your bad back lad?... are you ok?"
In sickness, and in health, at the altar we both made our vow,
well the time has come to honour... those special words now.
Arthritic joints are swollen, little pills keep the pain at bay,
"I'll go and put the kettle on girl...are you sure that you're ok?
A lifetime of caring.... in our own loving way,
we will never stop asking,..."are you ok?"
When we turn off the light....in bed so tired we lay,
whispering quietly to each other, "goodnight god bless"...yes we are both ok."

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Michael Wise commented on Jul 27, 2018 at 11:16am

Sweet. Love this, and having just recently bought my first ever pair of reading glasses, I can relate! Nice, beautiful words.

Christopher Russon commented on Jul 27, 2018 at 8:20pm

So true Frank the aging process can't get away from it .nice one.

Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 28, 2018 at 10:06am

Michael, Chris.....thanks for the nice comments...ðŸ‘ðŸ».........we're ok...âœŒðŸ»

R.T. Aquinas commented on Aug 02, 2018 at 1:56pm

This is lovely Frank.

Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 02, 2018 at 6:03pm

Rhys, thanks for your kind comment...ðŸ‘ðŸ»....enjoy being young because you don't seem to notice the years whizzing by.....

John Prophet commented on Aug 13, 2018 at 12:21pm

Nicely done, something us 60 somethingâ€™s truly understand!

Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 16, 2018 at 3:12pm

Thanks JG Collins.......for taking time to read, and comment...we can't keep the aches from creeping up on us.....just trying to ignore them......

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