Peter Wyllie

Rookie (24th August 1948 / Grantham)

Breathless - Poem by Peter Wyllie

I’m not too fit, I’ll have you know
I’m overweight and rather slow
But when I run, I manage; though
I’m breathless!

Though in the past it was not thus,
I am not one to swear and cuss,
Except that, trying to catch a bus,
I’m breathless!

When as a youth, I used to play
With sweet young ladies in the hay
The girls would be the ones to say:
“I’m breathless”!

At sport I’d always stay the course
I was as strong as any horse
But now, with just a little force,
I’m breathless!

I guess my life has reached the stage
When these things happen at my age.
If all my passions I assuage,
I’m breathless!

I have my annual body checks
And find out if I need new specs.
But sadly, when I’m having sex,
I’m breathless!

No longer, now, do I aspire
To climb a mountain, walk on fire;
Instead I curb each wild desire –
I’m breathless!

© Peter Wyllie 2003 / 2010

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 7, 2010



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