I ache. Every bone aches, the cold is here

This time of year

I’m tired, I want to rest

Give my body a rest

I wake. Every bone aches.

Cold, wet, But yet

Up I get.

Ready to start another day

Shuffle. Ache.

No good. Do what I should.

Back to bed, rest.

The day flies by as I start to feel stronger

Yet when something happens the day feels longer

But I’m tired. I ache. I don’t stay awake.

This time of year.