my knees ache

[saw]

my knees ache
my hips throb
they're wearing out

I wish it was from too much dancing
not from too many work miles
from the journey of locomotive breath

the documentation
a man always on the chase for a buck
no, never been a hunter

chasin' down a dream
these pains, they mean
I did something

could have been more I guess
but I won't quibble
with fictional representations

my knees ache, my hips throb
my heart is content
I know the reasons why

[the mingo]

I wish it was from too much dancing
not from too many work miles
from the journey of locomotive breath

Ha! wish it was that way too - but what the hell how are any of us to rightly reckon our place in the scheme of things at at given point - that kind of wisdom is not give us nor can we have it by wanting it or searching for it - we all do good in ways we did not intend or even know about -

[saw]

great comments mingo.....you are a wise man !

[WIREMAN]

whats the old song? "my head hurts...my feet stink...and i dont love jesus..." ....nice write, all i can say is fuck that arthur itis guy...

[theirishsea]

But----with the pain----"my heart is content" is the key.


my knees ache, my hips throb
my heart is content
I know the reasons why


I like the writing. It communicates---gets to the heart of life in society, civilization, history. So much writing obfuscates; your poem clarifies.