Beneath the skin, in shadows deep,
A silent tale begins to creep.
Where strength once thrived in sturdy bone,
A fragile lattice is overthrown.
Porous webs, like honeycomb,
Erode the fortress we call home.
The spine, the hip, the wrist, they bear,
The weight of time, the wear and tear.
No warning calls, no cry of pain,
Until the fracture stakes its claim.
A brittle snap, a quiet plea,
Echoes of fragility.
With age, the risks grow sharp and keen,
A stealthy thief, silent, unseen.
For women post the age of bloom,
It strikes within life’s changing tune.
The diet thinned of calcium’s gift,
Or sunlight’s rays too shy to lift.
A life of smoke, a glass too much,
Weakens bones with every touch.
Genetic threads weave fragile ties,
A legacy where weakness lies.
Long illnesses, the drugs they bring,
Can thin the bone and clip its wings.
But hope arises in the fray,
A plan to keep the loss at bay.
Weight and motion, daily care,
Strength rebuilds through guided fare.
Calcium’s shield, and vitamin D,
A daily dose of resiliency.
Avoid the slips, the falls, the plight,
Stay vigilant through age’s flight.
Though silent, it need not take control,
With early care, you guard the whole.
The bones, the frame, the life they bear,
Deserve your love, your tender care.
