Poem I found on the bus...
Water Aerobics at the YMCA
by Margaret McLeod
We struggle against gravity,
mostly graying, mostly overweight.
We hop backwards as instructed,
in sudden kinship with crustaceans,
Hot crawdad mamas jetting out of danger,
ghost shrimp scooting back to shelter -
We are the known ridiculous,
time lost and less remaining.
by Margaret McLeod
We struggle against gravity,
mostly graying, mostly overweight.
We hop backwards as instructed,
in sudden kinship with crustaceans,
Hot crawdad mamas jetting out of danger,
ghost shrimp scooting back to shelter -
We are the known ridiculous,
time lost and less remaining.