Getting Old
I trimmed the front yard hedges yesterday,
Climbed up and down a ladder on a hill.
Lord, help me not fall on my head, I prayed.
He heard me ‘cause I didn’t take a spill.
Flinging the trimmer
Branches tore my skin
Some still too high
Call it done
I also mowed and did the groceries.
I did three loads of laundry, made three meals.
My body’s sore and feels like I’ve been beat.
I trimmed the front yard hedges yesterday.
No comments:
Post a Comment