Poetry For Treadmill Poem by C H Sund
Poetry For Treadmill
Captain of your soul,
master of its destiny.
Hear yourself speak
and heed its words.
Glory not in deeds done,
nor relish accolades.
Your treadmill moves
and your pace is set.
Though your bones ache
and wiggles bring giggles
take heart dear Captain,
master of your domain.
For the treadmill moves
while miles and pounds shed.
So eyes ahead… see the task
and not thy neighbor’s buns!
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