Sway and Swagger
If only I could swagger today
but no longer can my body sway
every step aches my bones to sit and stay
no longer desiring to get up and play.
This sedentary life has caught me in its sights
and these aging bones ache in their plight
as I observe the foolish and the young grown
cling to their tablets and their phones prone.
My muscles tweak and the body teeters
as I rise up and struggle eager
to stretch and move in religious exercise
and quickly wake to my surprise.
The sky, the earth, the garden grand
calls me out to fields and open land
and in my wiser observations
I slip into nature's integration.
A step, a hip, a knee jerked joint
and reality seems to lose its point
but the vision and images revealed
have taken life to sway and swagger in its new appeal.
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