Graying, overweight,
powerful bearish
body a-crumble from
years of bullwork.
Didn't matter what
the day job was
when the stage was mine
four nights a week.
Now the voice cracks,
and crowds giggle or
avert their eyes
when it blows up.
There was a time when
whatever I put my mind
or body to, got done.
I got a standing O from an orchestra
and carried a waterbed up 3 flights of stairs.
This morning, I put word to byte
because it's one of the few things
I do better now than then.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
Graying, overweight,
powerful bearish
body a-crumble from
years of bullwork.
Didn't matter what
the day job was
when the stage was mine
four nights a week.
Now the voice cracks,
and crowds giggle or
avert their eyes
when it blows up.
There was a time when
whatever I put my mind
or body to, got done.
I got a standing O from an orchestra
and carried a waterbed up 3 flights of stairs.
This morning, I put word to byte
because it's one of the few things
I do better now than then.
We all have our reasons which reason knows not.
1/31/2011 JMF
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