Time Out
Time Out!
Beads of sweat dripping
from a newfound mustache
steadily I walk trying
to shrink away the years
from this unwieldy body
that cries with every step.
Why now? Why such devotion?
The Olympics I do not seek
my time on earth is halfway done.
Swimming I like, the buoyancy suits
my aging bones, and our morning walks
with the family dog fill me with relaxing joy,
but the treadmill! Please, stop this nonsense!
Spring I thought was my friend
but with you a tormenter is no end;
who knew turning fifty would be
the end of you and me?
Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017
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