The Organ Recital
She said it's an organ recital,
We do here at book club each month;
We tell of our creaking and groaning,
Discussing, then having quick lunch;
For we're failing fast, losing pieces,
Occasionally lose quite a bunch;
This reading – it's part of the process –
More distant with each passing month.I like to get up in the morning,
Have breakfast then coffee I'll pour;
At one time I'd go to the office,
But now I can barely do more;
I read quite a bit by the fire,
And sometimes I answer the door;
Not quickly, mind you, but the distance,
Is right for the life I adore.When damp I can feel youthful living,
I did playing sports at the school;
The bones which I broke went out driving,
Remind me I once was a fool;
The nose I banged up when in swimming,
When not in the deep-water pool;
Ach! Those are the days I remember –
When fun and games trumped all the rules.I don't move as fast as I used to,
My body's not working the same;
There's parts that are gone, some are missing;
It's hard to stay up on the game;
Our spouses are not faring better,
We hope – well it's hard to explain –
That's somehow between us at ending,
A full set of parts will remain.navigation