Rationalize Exercise
9 April 2016
Does going depend on how I feel?
Can I give myself the right spiel
And remind myself of the ideal
To achieve muscles of steel?
If I stay or go
Only I will know,
But the results will show
As buff or marshmallow.
What difference will it make
If I choose not to partake?
My resolution, I’ll forsake,
And avoid any pain or ache.
I should go to the gym
If I want to stay trim,
But maybe today on a whim
I’ll do the antonym.
Just this once, I’ll stay,
Only for this time, today.
Next time I’ll say,
“I’m going anyway.”
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17 April 2016
Rationalize Exercise
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10 October 2013
Touchstone Undertone
Touchstone Undertone
7 October 2013
At the gym while my body was busy,
My mind ranged free to supposition,
Thinking about what the future will be
And came up with a proposition.
Traditionally, my high school class
Has a reunion once every ten years.
So far we've met four times en masse.
Accounting for life expectancy, my dears,
We'll probably meet only thrice more.
If you knew you were only going to see me
Three times before going thru death's door,
How would you greet me?
How would you treat me?
Life's so unpredictable and very uncertain,
We don't know what the future will bring
And what will happen before the final curtain,
So let's include everyone under our wing.
We can do this by smiling at everyone,
Especially at others we don't know.
There doesn't have to be any reason
Just let our love and respect show.
How many more times are you going to see them?
Why not behave like crème de la crème?
How would you greet them?
How would you treat them?
7 October 2013
At the gym while my body was busy,
My mind ranged free to supposition,
Thinking about what the future will be
And came up with a proposition.
Traditionally, my high school class
Has a reunion once every ten years.
So far we've met four times en masse.
Accounting for life expectancy, my dears,
We'll probably meet only thrice more.
If you knew you were only going to see me
Three times before going thru death's door,
How would you greet me?
How would you treat me?
Life's so unpredictable and very uncertain,
We don't know what the future will bring
And what will happen before the final curtain,
So let's include everyone under our wing.
We can do this by smiling at everyone,
Especially at others we don't know.
There doesn't have to be any reason
Just let our love and respect show.
How many more times are you going to see them?
Why not behave like crème de la crème?
How would you greet them?
How would you treat them?
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19 June 2011
Lament and Vent
Lament and Vent
17 June 2011
I haven’t felt up to par or normal all day
But I think I’ll go to the gym anyway,
I just hate a slight cold and not feeling well.
When five minutes on the treadmill is hell.
What’s even more irritating and irksome
Is the rhyming part of my brain still works some.
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