‘The space between the bones’

In my youth there was a space,
a cushion between the bones.
This buffer acted as padding,
to prevent aches and moans.

Back when my joints were new;
the cartilage was soft and thick.
I climbed up stairs effortlessly;
but now pain comes very quick.

Many years have since passed
and my youth has flown away.
Injuries long since forgotten
have now come back to stay.

Any movement brings a chorus
of creaks and clanking bones.
My noisy joints snap in protest.
with the rhythm of a xylophone.

Perhaps this narrowing space
Is just to remind us of our age.
Once our bones bang together
We will end the wars we wage.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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