February 25, 2013 Getting Old 2 Comments The creak of the door Floorboards moan with every step Like cracking of joints Worn out from use over time Only like new when replaced ~A Tanka ~ ~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: age, aging, cracking, creaking, getting old, moaning, old age, poem, poetry, tanka
For me its just the knees (oops and the ankles), but I’m afraid the list will keep going. At least I’m not alone. :) Reply
yep – my old dancer’s knees and hips understand this one:)
For me its just the knees (oops and the ankles), but I’m afraid the list will keep going. At least I’m not alone. :)