My body went down
to the FossilWorks,
where Advancing Age
and Atrophy lurks.
It began with my shoulders
then went to my knees,
climbing each staircase
came with no ease.
My balance was gone,
my walk was erratic,
Old Age was calling me
like some ghost from the attic.
I thought about Tai Chi
and bought a CD,
where an Exercise Lady
at the seashore was tellin’ me,
“From 0 to 40
our bodies self-repair,
but after age 40,
we’re in Atrophy’s Lair.
But if you exercise,
you can stop it cold,
but you’ve gotta endure,
and you’ve gotta be bold.”
So I followed her lead
but at a Snail’s Pace,
I could see the Paramedics
coming into our place:
“The old guy died
trying to get in shape
on his own,
he’d ‘a been smarter
callin’ an exercise mentor
on the phone.”
So I found me one
and in no time,
she’s evaluating me
and I’m writing this rhyme.
Turns out I’m a Classic Case
of what’s often said,
“Gotta exercise if ya don’t
wanna be dead.”
Now I’ve gotta list
of exercises I do,
gimme a call if the
FossilWorks is also buggin’ you!

(c) Peter Bray 11/19/2016
All rights reserved

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