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:

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

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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  1. Never act your age always be young

  2. Wonderful poem

    Have a nice abc-wednesday-day / – week
    ♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc-w-team)

  3. Love the way this rhymes and also the wonderful last line!

  4. So true and well written, nice to be able to poke fun at the facts of life.
    Love every single bit of this!

  5. Thanks for this nice and funny poem.
    Wil, ABCWTeam.

  6. I considered jogging but settled for a course on 'self acceptance'. :-)