Drained
I walked three miles this afternoon;
My energy was sapped.
As soon as I got home, I crashed
And hit the bed and napped.
Though not a napper normally
(Its virtues leave me cold),
Today I couldn’t help succumb,
A sign of getting old.
Where once I’d walk for endless blocks
With energy to spare,
I tap into that reservoir,
But nothing’s waiting there.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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