Thursday, January 9, 2025 Knees: A Poem in Three Parts

Knees: A Reminiscence.
I heard these good old knees recall
The former days of glory
When everything they wanted to do
Was an eloquent song and story.

Jumprope? A thing of ease and grace.
Running? No one could stop them.
Kneeling and squatting? Good heavens, those knees,
Nothing, but nothing, could pop them.

Knees: The Middle Ages.
And then one day, a creaking was heard
A pain upon climbing the stairs,
Alarm bells rang when trying to stoop down,
Or lower myself onto chairs.

I’m sorry I took you for granted, my friends
Your service was simply unsung.
Knees of my youth, it wasn’t your fault,
To arthritis you now have succumbed.

Knees: The Cortisone Days
I limped my way to a young MD
A learned doctor of bones,
“You can’t get new knees quite yet, my dear,
But a shot of cortisone!”

“It’s effective, it’s wondrous, it’ll bring relief.”
He said with a smile on his face.
But I, I wondered how long it would last
Before I’d be back at his place.

Therefore we do not lose heart,
But though our outer man is decaying,
Yet our inner man is being renewed
day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16

I’ll probably give this tired old blog post a shot of cortisone in the morning.