age is catching up
with me that's for sure
as it takes me hours
to sweep the floor
ten years ago
I was nimble of foot
but of late my speediness
has gone caput
the old legs just
can't keep pace
and they wouldn't
be in the hunt
to win a sprint race
these days I have more
in common with a snail
inching very slowly
along the trail
zip and zeal
are no longer
in my vocabulary
sluggishness
is now the core word
in my dictionary
as the days pass
there is less vim and vitality
within me
and in the near future
my motor will become
completely stationary
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
age is catching up
with me that's for sure
as it takes me hours
to sweep the floor
ten years ago
I was nimble of foot
but of late my speediness
has gone caput
the old legs just
can't keep pace
and they wouldn't
be in the hunt
to win a sprint race
these days I have more
in common with a snail
inching very slowly
along the trail
zip and zeal
are no longer
in my vocabulary
sluggishness
is now the core word
in my dictionary
as the days pass
there is less vim and vitality
within me
and in the near future
my motor will become
completely stationary
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