Popo

Every smile a struggle 

Loosen muscles, wrinkles, sunken face

Every move a pain 

Hardened joints, swells, awkward limps  

Time slithers every cell withers

Her life's been one hell of a resister

Falling in her fifties

Cracking the cap out of the left knee 

She'd married two men separately

Both dead by the time she turned  seventy

Now trying to breath her life to a century 

No one's sure if it'll all end up a merry