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by Tony WhitakerEating a protein cookie
get ready to pound the weights
drinking coffee, a diet Pepsi
the gym for me awaits
Circuit training for aerobics
though the weights be a little light
twenty repetitions slow and steady
and thirty sets without respite
Heart races like a runners
drive home feeling drained
then play guitar so easy
thrill at the refrain
At times I write a poem
around love and life and hurt
for the mind, words
are weights of gold
with reps will convert
09/27/2007
Author's Note: Words are what makes us human and have made me whole.
Posted on 09/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 09/27/07 at 11:55 AM I'm pondering this with a grin, as I more and more frequently miss my daily gym date to sit instead and exercise my pen. Clever poem. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/27/07 at 02:17 PM Reads like a good workout for body mind and soul Tony. Coincidentally, my girlfriend and I go lap swimming Thursday nights. Thanks for the reminder! :o) |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 10/01/07 at 08:33 PM Thank you for this snapshot into your life and journey. Aloha to you and yours from this side of paradise... alisa ;-) |
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