Thinking About Knees

Thinking About Knees

I have had two friends all of my life

They have been with me before I took my first steps

Now, sixty years on I know that my knees have had a hard life

I crawled on them over carpet, wood and grass

There were so many times I landed on them when I fell

And I knelt on them when I asked her to marry me

Rarely I massage them or give them soothing lotions

Even grown I crawled on them more than I wanted

Those nights when I hung out with Jack and Jim

They never once complained until I got older

Now, they never stop screaming so loud my legs hurt

I make noises now that I never heard before

Whenever I stand, sit, crouch, get up or even move

So now I have learned a lesson I should have learned long ago

I’ll need to be kinder to my knees from now on