I always love tending to my garden,

the sensation of the sun on my back as I dig in the dirt.

Except lately, I’ve felt my knees start to harden,

and the arthritis has caused my hands to hurt.

No one tells you this about old age,

but the things you once loved

are hard to gauge.

And although you haven’t even begun the day it feels like you’ve been shoved.

My garden was once vibrant and lively,

the fruits and veggies were plentiful.

But now it’s been taken over by weeds and poison ivy

and all I can do is watch like a sentinel.