To wake up
Is to stretch the shoulders
Pull on the neck
Pop the back
Crack the knees
Bend the joints
and listen
To the cacophony of sounds
That my aching body makes.
Is this the price
I pay
For farming?
For lifting weights?
For kayaking on a Sunday?
Why can't I drink
and stay up all night
Till the stars come out
and light
My walks in the darkness?
This machine that I have built
Hath begun to rattle and protest
There ain't no replacements
So I do
As we have always done
And endure
The pain.
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