For my bones are vexed.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
Psalm 6:2. 

Getting up is hard to do;

not like in days of youth.

Back then each day would start with strength

and buoyancy, in truth.

But now my bones are vexed each morn,

and only pills prevent

me staying in my bed all day

like tons of dried cement.

I'm weak and ask for healing

in my daily prayers amain;

but accept that life, sometimes,

is best viewed thru some pain.

Oh Lord, there's healing in thy wings --

but whether ill or well,

I thank thee for the time I've spent

with this frail mortal shell!