but the rest of me follows…
into the grey with pock marked skin,
wrinkles defining a last bastion of defiance.
I win so many,
those little battles…
outwitting the youngers,
but then it calls me…
pulls me along a path that I can neither define, nor resist…
strange aches at dawn,
gasps of pain that I’ve never felt there before…
sits my healthy ass down with a plop,
gives me a cane to rise again,
jeers at me…
knowledge overcomes the fear;
I win again.
It’s waiting for my confidence to build,
for my testosterone driven libido to stand just a bit too proudly…
then it will call me.
I know this game,
Newton had it right…
“a body in motion remains in motion
until it is acted upon by an external force”.
the physics of it entertain,
try my patience and courage,
shake my confidence
yet stir iron will from my soul.
I heard someone say once,
“aging isn’t for the faint of heart”,
or maybe it was something like,
“only the courageous grow old”…
either way, they’re both right.
I‘m forced to listen,
forced to learn…