Warm air, cool breeze, setting sun.
Beautiful birds with exotic sounds.
Sweet coconut aroma blends with vibrant colors of flowers and people at ease.
My old geriatric back doesn’t feel so bad on this fine evening the tropics!
He is a rock that has supported me my whole life,
I never really even notice him until he started getting old.
Its like naming your anterior musculature, connective tissue and organs your “front”
What makes him even harder to understand is that he really doesn’t talk so much.
Remember falling off that wall with a rifle and the 20 kilo pack!
While my prima donna ankle, wouldn’t stop wining until they gave her luxury titanium screws, a breathable cast, and morphine, my back didn’t ask for anything!
While she recovered completely, he just kept on trudging along.
Now he’s old and mumbles complaints here and there.
On any other day people just tune him out as an old grump, but on this fine evening in the tropics he is quiet and peaceful!
1 comment:
I liked this line:
"I never really even notice him until he started getting old. "
it is so true for every part of the body, most of the time people take their body for granted until it starts to malfunction.
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