Hey Gus, my friend wrote this poem and, well, it didn’t make me think of you, but I figgered you’d appreciate it.

“Knee”

Dreadful apprehension of day’s labor.
Subtle, dull, yet constant.
Weary from the sharp acuteness,
Tire with reminder.
Disguising wince and grimous
With sarcastic inclination.
Seemingly built of stone;
Masonry is crumbling.
Cracking from consistency,
Pain’s description is the only heard.
Chilling despair,
Finality peaks in,
Greeting with its cold handshake,
Casually strolls off with
Smirk of collection comes soon.