A Sinister Report

The left knee says it needs a rest at least,
complaining constantly the last 3 days.
It’s often tentative, but pain’s increased
of late – if fortunate, it’s just a phase
to be repaired by time and lazy ways.
The middle toe I stubbed is purple, sore,
and left, from favoring that knee. Age flays
indeed, but I’m aboard and wanting more.

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