Just Don't Ask Me to Do the Parallel Bars

How is it that I wake up
in the bright life of midnight
being fifty-five and greyhaired
and physically cumbrous,
but mentally, mesdames
et messieurs, mentally
as agile as any gymnast
at the Paris Olympics?





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-07-22 at 04:29

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IB M The PoetBay support member heart!
hehehe... that title :D And oh, I don't know, genius? :) Brilliant writing, merci!
2024-07-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There's no way of knowing, but it's something to celebrate.
2024-07-22


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this poem. I love this celebration of a poem.
2024-07-22