Time takes its toll on the body,
Wear and tear
Slowly changing the joints,
Stressing the weak points,
Exposing bone on bone
Rendering pain.
Stopping the stride,
Restricting,
Forcing change
And challenging mood.
With suffering comes wisdom
And a time to see more clearly.
When nearly all is done,
Still recognising the need.
Blessings on the skills
Of surgeons and staff,
The know-how and wisdom,
The miracle of healing hands
That bring hope and joy to life again.
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