Good Medicine

When I was 35 my body broke.
While I recovered health, I realized
how vital’s my mobility. I woke
to buy a bike and soon I exercised
each morning, building strength and curbing stress.
I did the work at home, in privacy.
Between career and parent busyness,
a gym and shoes would never work for me.

So now that we’re locked down and home-confined,
I haven’t interrupted my routines.
But I’ve some gym-rat friends who never mined
the Internet or bought their own machines.
I know the medicine my friends should use,
but it takes time, home-bodied, to infuse.

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