My body is wearing out but my mind is still young. I will one day not be bound by a failing body.
The somersault and overswing, the trampoline and horse, while knees and calves still had their spring and power in legs to play the game, and strength to run their course. I go there in my mind instead, though back and bones now ache, and hips take time to floor my feet and meet the day from bed. I run, I dance, I score a try. I thrill to knock the bales, and will the ball to net. I swim, I dive and better still, is freedom now to fly. The day will come when greater ease allows me from this stall. As spirit body please, with no restraining pain or fall, end whistle of this mortal game is not my boundary wall.
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