Affectionate Squats

I like to think I’m agile, but I’m old.
I walk a lot. I exercise three ways.
But after new exertion, truth be told,
my muscles ache, demand a healing phase,
and then I’m fresh-astonished. Yesterday’s
acquaintance with a baby made me sore!
It’s not bad news – I suffer no malaise –
it’s from a hundred hunkers to the floor.


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