Teeth chatter all the time,
Is that because it's cold.
Or just another reason to,
Make up a nother rhyme.

My bones in my body shake,
If only they could talk about.
The parts that had broken down,
Wonder what tales they'd spake.

What if my fingers could talk,
Think I nearly forgot.
They do nearly every day,
It's the wisdom of man.
That doesn't listen to,
What they have to say.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-08 at 13:09

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That last verse, oooof. I love how the images you've used throughout the poem build up to that. Masterful!

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
thank you for your poem