AN OLD MAN TRYING

One day
I looked down and saw
a pot emerging.
It was most discouraging.

 

It felt sad
about my flab.

 

I was already walking
but was not  shrinking.

 

So I started rowing
on a rowing machine
hoping it might help.

 

The flab above
my waistline
began vanishing
and that was pleasing.

 

BUT —
that  which was below
my belly button
didn’t seem to know
the way I planned to go.

 

So it remained
the same —
a bane.

 

And so
I’ve started doing leg lifts
while lying on the floor
with expectations
my situation
will improve
as I remove
a little bit of fat.

 

I pray each day
that my body will
respond to my demands.

 

I’m but an old man
trying.

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