Growing Up

A Poem

How come every morning..

When I get up out of bed

My nose is plastered shut

And there are drum beats in my head?

I took my wellness gummies

And I drank my H20

Yet I stand here feeling crummy

And there’s a sharp pain in my toe

Did sleep wrong on my foot

Did I kick box in my dreams?

Well Maybe I could stretch more

see the podiatrist for some cream!

Now the pain that’s in my foot

Is headed north to meet my shoulder

Like I’ve been pelted by a rock

Or more realistically, a boulder

All my bones and all my joints

Creak like a house that’s haunted

Boy If this is growing up

Well, it isn’t what I wanted!

The coffee is dripping slowly

And The smell is intoxicating

So I drink two cups of Joe

And now I sit here, hurt and waiting

For the spark of life to hit me

As I pace round my abode

Oh great, my pants don’t fit me

now it’s time for the commode!

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