You have betrayed me, dear body,
Greying my hair in bits and pieces,
Finally losing all sense of restraint,
And drowning my head (and elsewhere)
In an **** of winter delight.
You have caused me to sag, soften and yet stiffen
When I execute my new early morning ballet of groaning
contortions,
And now, you have perhaps committed the greatest betrayal
of all by taking me
to the first basecamp of what will be the final summit.
If I could, I would trade you
in.