Reminders of life

Day starts, clock is blaring.
Cup of coffee?
Not today.

Both knees complaining.
Guess I'll wear a brace for one.

Walking to the rail.
Moving slow.
Feeling a bit of flexibility returning.

Crammed in a bus.
Muscles are cramping up again.

Back in the light.

Got to keep moving.
Can't sit.
Can't sit.

Does the pain vanish?

Always keep moving.
 
Oh, the reminders of life.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Reminders of Life"
Jon Roggie,
Oh how we all must listen to our own personal wake up calls. You have a unique situation that requires all your attention it seems.
These bodies of ours can be very hight maintenance.
This poem was a really visual invitation to see through your words how a day in your life can pan out.
I sure appreciate your honest portrayal. Please continue to take good care of yourself.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Jon Roggie]

At the time, nobody understood why I wouldn't sit down. I had to explain it to them. It was easier for me to stay in motion for 8-10 hours, than to sit down for 15 minutes. Thank you.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

I think you are a patient, enduring soul. I see it as I read your above words. It means a great deal to this lady to hear your explanation and be given an opportunity to think.
Blessings to you Jon.
Kathy