These days I have a problem
With rolling out of bed.
The agony my aging body feels
Sends searing pain throbs to my head.
I make myself remember
These aches are not by chance,
My forefathers and ancestors from long ago
Willed this condition to me in advance.
I know without the little pills
I take to ease my creaks,
My elders had to get up and go
Even when they were antiques.
With their pains in mind, I lift my head
And jump to the cold, hard floor!
Praying to achieve what must be done
While vowing to complain no more!