I was hard-bodied lean
and muscled up
as a teenager.
Worked out relentlessly,
liked getting pumped up
with muscles getting bigger
and body getting stronger,
increasing reps,
increasing weight,
stronger and bigger
every week.
Enjoyed the feel of the iron,
the hardness of it.
Didn’t mind the calluses
on my hands,
wore them like tributes
to my workout ethic.
I was hard-bodied lean
strong like the iron I lifted.
But when my first
girlfriend came into
my life back then,
I liked the gentle
weakness I felt
being with her
and thinking about her.
The softness of her love
felt far better than the
hardness of the iron
and made me far more
happy than working out
with iron ever could.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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