Bones Talk Back

I used to be the Chief, the commander
Of the troops in and on my human body
When my head, hands and feet complied
With orders to sit, stand, bend and bow

As years pile up, at some juncture
Our bodies begin to receive puncture
And your eyes that saw refuse to see
With parts of you slowly drowning

Rising up before from rest, from bed
Get up! my limbs would rise to my orders
With hands saluting and legs obeying
And off I go to explore my day

But now I yell an order for all to assemble
One leg responds another yells back
I am not ready sir, You aren't the boss no more
I get off this bed when I am ready or feel like it

Is th,is mutiny or rebellion in the ranks
Maybe I will call for a Court Marshall
Yea right, in the doctor's court, his office
If I can only arrest them, and bring them to order

For some, it sneaks in earlier
And for others, it craws in slowly
But at some stage your sunlight deems up
As your bones to you, now talk back

Aging, we must take without raging
A flow we take with care and caution
For so it is in this journey, this life
That all must face with utmost pride

Author: Edwin Janney

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