The Neighborhood Gyms

The neighborhood gyms Have huge windows so we Can observe all the workouts And want what we see. We’re supposed to feel guilty We’re not in there, too So our abs and our pecs Could be proudly on view. But as I pass them by It’s not envy I feel For the pumping and bouncing Don’t have much appeal. Though what strikes me is that Back when youth was my guide I most likely’d be one Of those athletes inside. Now I wonder while watching Them cycle and spin If they realize they’ll soon Be the ones gazing in.