A Poem About A Body Talking

The knees warn of overuse, dry joints, they creak
As the stomach growls of hunger ready to speak
A low sound in the lungs, a rattling voice to seek
Reprieve from smoke as the teeth spoke, they reek
And throb, the inner ears do wail, whine, and shriek
A ringing drone due to dangerous tones and bleak
Face dares wind beating the skin, tearing the cheek
Body grows frail, fragile, slow and tired, faint, weak
Remember the functions are bold, not shy, not meek
We’d do well to listen and the heed the critique