Leaden legs
Slumped shoulders
Meandering mind
Airless lungs
Feeble fingers
Aching ankles
Creaking knees
Twinging back
Weary eyes
The body yearns
For the horizontal,
The firm but cozy mattress
Clean sheets
And inviting doona (duvet)
The mind seeks
Blankness –
The off switch
Solitude
It is time for
Rest
O.k. before I get any comments about feeling sorry for myself – I acknowledge that. I just wanted to get this off my chest. And yes, there is an element of Ecclesiastes 12 about the poem. I am hoping in my case it is only temporary! 🙂