Six weeks ago I wrenched my lower back.
I’m happy to announce, as of today
I feel recovered from that deep attack,
and though some time was spent in pain, dismay
and grouchiness, at least at last I healed.
My future may hold flexibility.
I’m hardly spry, but grateful not to yield
so far, to elder immobility.

My brother says it only will get worse.
Except for blips, I fear his words are true.
My sleep is never sound, my gut’s upset
too often, and I bruise as if a curse
were on my hands. I look at me and you
and marvel – sure we’re old, but not dead yet.