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Joints throb – knees, back, neck; Mind dwells on the pain like a ball bouncing down each step with purpose. At the last step the pain is unbearable. I close my eyes, search for the current within - feeble, intermittent, unheeding. I watch it with purpose. Till it heeds. I creak down the steps, carry the ball back, hold it on my knees - still warm with throbbing; slowly cool slowly peaceful.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
While Ageing
Joints throb – knees, back, neck; Mind dwells on the pain like a ball bouncing down each step with purpose. At the last step the pain is unbearable. I close my eyes, search for the current within - feeble, intermittent, unheeding. I watch it with purpose. Till it heeds. I creak down the steps, carry the ball back, hold it on my knees - still warm with throbbing; slowly cool slowly peaceful.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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