Wednesday, March 31, 2010
To the Buff Broad on the Bike
Do you suppose that's what that skinny broad at the gym is thinking when she gets a load of Moi, trudging my oversized carcas to the Silver Sneakers Class? I mean there's so much more to me than she. (I know that's grammatically incorrect, but I liked the rhyme--rhyme and alliteration are the way I roll!) I have "more to love," more gray hair, and more life experience. Somehow, I doubt she envies me. But I sure envy her!
When I was young, there were very few gyms and it wasn't lady-like to sweat. Somehow, for me, staying slim and trim took a back seat to trying to hold a failing marriage together, then to working full time and being a single mom . Today I wish I'd taken better care of myself! Unfortunately we don't get a do-over in life; unless there's some truth to Edgar Cayce's theory of reincarnation. (Look him up on Wikipedia if you're intrested.) Since we probably don't get a do-over...
To the Buff Broad on the Bike:
Peddle, peddle, 'til you sweat;
I know that we have never met.
You work so hard, the peddles fly;
If I tried that, I'm sure I'd die!
Wish I'd been here at your age.
I'm not svelte, but I'm a sage.
Wise enough to know I'm not
Within reach of the shape you've got.
For far too long I sat on my butt,
And now I've got a pizza gut.
But I attend the "senior" class--
At least it get's me of my ass!
My advice? Don't let it go,
That buff physique that you love so.
Don't let life and stress get in your way;
Exercise 'most every day.
Had I known then what now I do,
You can bet I'd be as buff as you!
poem by Eva Gallant