Quads and bods to beat the odds: A-Z verses from vintage visages

Quads and bods to beat the odds

We’re growing quirky in our quest

To quell the quake and be our best.

No longer quick, our miles we run,

Though we admit, it’s not much fun.

Our steps grow scarce in daily fog.

“Oh, my!” we cry. “We have to jog!”

Could quantity of exercise

Reduce the sags of guts and thighs?

We’re fighting aging nail and tooth.

We won’t let go of fleeting youth.

Becoming frail does draw our rage;

We simply cannot act our age.

So Father Time we pacify.

We chuckle, as we wave goodbye

To naïve nods and childish dreams.

We wrinkle, but burst not our jeans.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

#BeWoW Wednesday

ABC Wednesday: Letter “O”

Daily Post: “fog”

Meme Express: “quake” and “quirky”

One-Minute Writer: “becoming”

Simply Snickers: "quick” and “quantity”

Three Word Wednesday: “pacify,” “rage,” and “scarce”

Warm Heart Wednesday: heartwarming items

 

Image/s:

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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