BETWEEN MIND AND BODY
The distance between the mind and body
Becomes ever greater as time passes.
I struggle to run faster, eat more, oh,
Just demand greater effort to seem younger.
Yet, the muscles ache longer, the wrinkles more
Pronounced as the hairline recedes further.
Memory plays her tricks leading me to believe
I could some how run a 5 minute mile,
While owning a 34” waist wrapped around
A desirable six foot, sub two-hundred pound body.
The “shades” are now gone, replaced by the
Not so fashionable wire rim bi-focals.
The “muscle” shirts-once worn with arrogance-are
Now replaced with thread bare flannels
To keep the chill out and the unsightly flesh in.
The rag top convertible has been replaced with
A three letter behemoth that has a sun roof to make
Me feel “cool” and forget the risk of skin cancer.
Fears of my mortality creep into my thoughts;
I wonder if my body will support enough years
To see my grandchildren dressed up for their
Senior proms, fly off to college, or even married?
Or, will my once-and always-beautiful bride
Still find me handsome and gallant as I struggle
To open the car door? Or put the garbage out?
The heroics which resulted in the chronic back pain,
Now are only dim memories, a life’s story no one
Cares about, nor would be foolish enough to imitate.
The tools to record these thoughts have become
More sophisticated, out pacing the author’s
Desire to chronicle , if not impede, a slowing journey.