Moves around my body
like water in a bowl
fluid and becoming
worse as I'm growing old

So cruel it advances
when temperatures turn cold
the pain deep as ever
to the depths of my soul

Joints grow sore and painful
when to it exposed
up and down limbs it travels
it goes unopposed

Like the bite of a hornet
the thorn of a rose
its sting remains with us
we worry it grows.