When taking out the trash is the highlight of your day and appearances must be upheld.
Aged Logistics
Today begins in morning calm
From restful sleep to aching rise
In disjointed gait I move along
My daily ablutions to reprise
Over time my elusive librium
Becomes quivering equi slowly
In a staccato riff of tedium
joints and muscles reach harmony
Next the chore of getting dressed
Underthings best installed
While sitting on a stool assessed
To prevent an unpredicted fall
Socks and pants while sitting there
A shirt within a long stretched grasp
Complete the trousseau matched with care
My choice mute moot a bit perhaps
And now the shoes for heavens sake
To bend and tie will never do
Loafers now must undertake
A horn and handle ease my throws
Now suitably adorned I’m off
To take the trash to nearby road
And to my neighbours I now scoff
As their bathrobed hides exit their abodes
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2020-10-06 at 01:31
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