I’ve got knees on my mind today. I took a painful misstep last night and today I feel every nano-second of my age . . . Not going to complain, I hope. I’m going to pray that I can get through Good Friday, Holy Saturday, Easter Sunday . . .
Ode to my Knees
I’ll sing a song to my patellas.
They’ve been a faithful pair of fellas.
From all the time in pews I’ve spent
I used to have a graceful gait,
But now I don’t – this old girl’s fate.
‘On bended knee’, ‘with broken heart’ . . .
It hurts, I think, to fall apart.
From: Before My First Cup of Coffee by Goodnight Gram
” . . . racket in those crooked joints, nothing like the bee’s. “
From: Knees for Kate – poems by doctors by Stephen Wilson