Sunday, November 4, 2012


I can no longer keep a
Warrior’s pace
Always pushing past my limitations
Sore and tired but
Content, confident that
Pain is only strength in embryonic form

The signals have been switched the
Rules upended, now my
Lexicon is speaking ancient tongues

An ache or sore is warning that my
Shelf life is exceeded, boundaries o’er-reached
Reminder that my expiration date is, damn,
Too close

I am no longer over-engineered
But merely overwhelmed

My homework? Studying the
Tensile strength of aging tendons, pinpointing the
Threshold past which quintile muscles cannot go
Learning leisured speed and lazy durability
Recognizing that I can’t outrun the young

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