Limberloss

Achy diarthroses, rebellious adductors,
Nerves all a-whack--inconstant conductors--
Twitchy obliques, epidermis afire . . .
Antithesis of pleasure and carnal desire!
This is slow-mo freezing in a brimstone rain,
A limberness lost in downpours of pain.
Here, on the far side of sixty-five years,
Here, still alive after tantrums and tears,
See how I scramble on the motorbus floor
Like a raddled, rank tramp lying low by the door,
A scrounger of dimes, a destitute Scrooge,
Humanity's cast-off, society's stooge,
But at least he can bend; I must kneel and fumble
For the orange that fell, took a bouncy-ball tumble.
Back when, I scaled flights with elegant ease;
Nowadays, I wince while flexing my knees.
Back then, I felt vital, all vigor and vim!
Now watch as I whizz on the toilet bowl rim.
Vertiginous steps bring about hesitation,
For my balance is skewed, a mere estimation;
The muddle gets worse by the month, by the season--
I shall wake up some morn as a lich sapped of reason.