When we’re at an elder age,
when we’ve passed our prime,
we emit a certain sound
as we stand…every time.
That sound our parents always made
as they stood up from a chair,
or when rising from their bed.
It used to give me quite a scare.
But now it’s me and all my friends!
We can’t stand up from being prone
without a gruesome exhalation,
a fearsome all-consuming groan.
Oh well, it works...it helps us rise.
We must do what we must do.
They say we turn into our parents.
That adage is most certainly true!
Not too long ago, we vacationed with another couple. Between the four of us there was a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of groans as we finished a hike and climbed into the car or labored to dismount from our bikes after a ride, even as we simply got up from a chair or couch! Thus, the inspiration for this week's post.
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