my legs have turned to lead
hands ache, shoulders hurt, my eyes throb from a dull pain
now that my body has betrayed me
too young to be this old
where are my gray hairs, where are my years?
winter used to be a fine thing
fun in the snow and the cold
now I'm huddled in the chair, unable to move without pain
I pray for warm skies to return
for the sun to bake these bones back together again
melt the pain away
let me be