Sometimes, I feel old.
I feel the weight of years
And the stress and strain
Of injuries and tears
That make it hard to lift
Myself from bed.
It hits me, awkwardly,
When I’m lifting a box
Or philosophising alone,
Shooting through my brain
And body and bones.
Or when I see the young
Living carefree lives,
Neglecting masks
Far too selfishly,
Because “only others die.”
It’s the burden of memory
(And sometimes lack thereof)
That gets me calculating,
Writing, learning, gaming;
That fires me off and up.
It’s the strength I feel
When I hit the weights
And lift like I never have,
Watching records break
As if I were half my age.
Sometimes, I feel old.
But not today.
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Lovely. I seem to be in good company(!) for, at times I feel that way too! HA Ha.
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Sad but true. Time is catching up with us all 😂
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I certainly understand that!
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Lol 😉
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Aye. You write so good 😌
Its been a while since I’ve read anything here. And the first post had to be yours. I’m glad I decided to read.
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Thanks, Avani! Glad you liked it. I post every three days now. I used to post every day but life gets in the way lol 😂
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I can understand lol. I am busy myself. But I post whenever I get time (cuz I have a lot of stuff I can post :p). Good luck to you
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Interesting direction with this one. So, the moral is to beef up?
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Nah, I’ve been working out for years. The moral is to forget all that ageist sh$&. You’re doing fine 😊👍
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