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Jan 13, 2012

LIFE'S STAIRCASE

What sense does it make
that as the legs grow weaker
the steps grow steeper?

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Eastern

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Ian.T

Ian.T

13 years 3 months ago

My dear friend, why do you think I live in a bungalow.
In my stupidity I put floor boards in the attic, and stored a lot of stuff up there in that other planet.
A land of bric-a-brac home to the odd creature that needs a place to go in the Winter LOL, great little piece Take care,Yours Ian.T

S

Have built and lived in 2 houses with 2 stories. Present abode was designed and built with single floor due to old knees lol.....stan

S

The remedy is total knee replacement which I am unwilling to endure yet but see having to do before much longer. thanks for your concern........stan

Roscoe Lane

I have no answers, but agree whole heartedly,.Ha. Regards Roscoe...

Nordic cloud

And another one by a Norwegian poet- the gist of it anyhow :-

It was
when I felt the weight
of the six silver buttons
on my knitted jacket
as I went up the stairs
that I realised I was old.

Oh its beautifully expressed in the Telemark dialect and I haven't done it justice, but you get the idea Stan?
Luckily Erik and I walk every day and go fast through the woods brandishing our Nordic walking sticks, its a bit like skiing, some kindergarten children even said, look they have forgotten their skis! Erik is 87 and that's good going, no aches and pains in his knees or hips. We consider ourselves lucky. Wish I could stop your pain, everyone's pain.

Ann.