Senior Activities 😆

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Recorded Reading (3:33): https://www.dropbox.com/s/ss6bjqfe6x1d7yw/Senior%20Activities.txt?dl=0

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Senior Activities

Remember youth?
We were so wired
So naturally full of pep
We bounced with every single step

Each day
Adventure with inspired —
My lease on that
Sure has expired!

Now, although when
I get the chance
You will see me
Rise up to dance

And get right on
All the way in it,
I won’t last more
Than just a minute

Upon that dim
Gyrating floor
My prudent swift
Retreat before

Back to the chair
At table where
I can adjust
My underwear

Which climbs as it
Did not before
Then, all my muscles
Will be sore

For days and days
As will my back
Insist on going
Out of whack

Even the aged
Need to play
Good heavens!
I must find a way

Not to become
Boring and bored
— So I won’t take up
Shuffleboard —

Now let me think
Now let me see
What my activity
Should be?

More sedentary,
Perhaps
I should consider
Drawing maps

No, that won’t work
No, that won’t do
How will I meet
Tall, handsome You

If in my map room
Locked away
I am, instead of
Out to play?

Besides, it’s true
I have to say
No good at drawing
Anyway

So that’s a wash
Yes, that is out
What else might I be
Busy about?

I somehow don’t think
They would like ‘er
If she tried
To be a hiker

Stopping every
Twenty feet
To sit down for
A bite to eat

Consid’ring self
At liberty
Admire at length
The scenery

Before again
Turning her face
At a nice
Leisurely pace

Until she will
Repeat the whole
Not much closer
To the goal ~

No, it’s clear
Upon some thought
A mountain climber
I am not

Well, hem! Well, haw!
Well, cogitate!
How will this woman
Recreate

In a way
Commensurate
With grandmothers
Who’re also great?

I thought one time
To take up yoga
They disapproved
My Calistoga

And class came to
A sudden end —
I bent, but then
Could not unbend

Some took my feet
Some took my head
We held a Tug
Of War instead

When they got
Me straightened out
Straightaway they
Kicked me out

To kick my heels
Back on the shelf,
My Calistoga
And myself

So I have checked out
Yoga too
It just won’t work
It just won’t do

Likely won’t meet
Men who’re bitchin’
Volunteering
At the kitchen

And I don’t mingle
All that well
With rabidly
Political

Organizers
Rallies of
I’m much more into
Bunny love

(Did I admit that
Publicly?
How uncool can I
Hope to be?)

So yeah, I’m thinking
Dreadful fails
While lobbing
Molotov cocktails

Results of which
Just may not be
Beneficial
Conducively

Causing me
To have to hide,
In fear of life,
From my own side

Whose pals, though I
Would not admit it
From my stupid
Short lob bit it

To the drawing
Board we’re back —
How am I ever
Gonna hack

This thing, “Senior
Activity”
O’er which doctors
Ecstatic be?

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S

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