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LIFE'S STAIRCASE

What sense does it make
that as the legs grow weaker
the steps grow steeper?

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the creator of hycoo,yes
in its free style.

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just a question put in verse lol........stan

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extraordinary...

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My dear friend, why do you think I live in a bungalow.
In my stupidity I put floor boards in the attic, and stored a lot of stuff up there in that other planet.
A land of bric-a-brac home to the odd creature that needs a place to go in the Winter LOL, great little piece Take care,Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Have built and lived in 2 houses with 2 stories. Present abode was designed and built with single floor due to old knees lol.....stan

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Haiku and rhyku come in handy for short thoughts don't they? thanks for dropping by...........stan

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feel satisfied
and the weakness will vanish
within a week...
hahaha

my last comment... seems to have vanished
in super thin hair...
thinner than mine

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Last comment still here but I don't mind a second one lol. I really wish cure for painful knees was that easy lmao......stan

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in the mind
we just feel it
and at times we are numb.
hope you shall find ,
a remedy soon ...

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The remedy is total knee replacement which I am unwilling to endure yet but see having to do before much longer. thanks for your concern........stan

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I have no answers, but agree whole heartedly,.Ha. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

No answer really expected lol. thanks for visiting...........stan

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And another one by a Norwegian poet- the gist of it anyhow :-

It was
when I felt the weight
of the six silver buttons
on my knitted jacket
as I went up the stairs
that I realised I was old.

Oh its beautifully expressed in the Telemark dialect and I haven't done it justice, but you get the idea Stan?
Luckily Erik and I walk every day and go fast through the woods brandishing our Nordic walking sticks, its a bit like skiing, some kindergarten children even said, look they have forgotten their skis! Erik is 87 and that's good going, no aches and pains in his knees or hips. We consider ourselves lucky. Wish I could stop your pain, everyone's pain.

Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

It's good to know ya'll are still getting around well. I have none to blame but my own carelessness for my aches and pains.............stan

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