Weeding the Community Garden

His body glistens in the golden sun in youth his form solid as an ancient greek statue He labors hard in the fields weeding so others may eat wipes his brow from honest sweat Summer's heat unmerciful I to would go shirtless but my pale white gut would blind out the sun that shone on it Youth is fleeting, old hangs on and on and on Yes he works three times my speed and smiles that beautiful smile from his handsome boyish face The ladies seem to notice when I smile I am told to keep working Volunteer for the community food pantry The garden seemed simple enough He stands and stretches and deeply sighs all eyes upon him Next week I volunteer in the kitchen