Time for our Monday wordle collection!
My joints creak and wrinkles mask the radiance of what was once beauty.
There is a hollowness that I can only attribute to the massive profusion of yearning which prolongs my confinement.
I want to be free, free to seize what is rightfully mine, but I cannot, and grow tired.
Do not patronize or pity me . The burden of age comes to us all.