Pumping Iron. Poem by Michael Gale

Muscles and tendons always so sore, Lifting
the bells added poundage and more.Squatting
and bending joints to this day, Bulging and
growing for contest's display.Huffing and
puffing with sweat on my arm, Tugging and
pumping my health unharmed.All this work, one
day may pay off, Quitting smoking and ending
my cough! Walking on the beaches, turning
girls heads, Taking them home and filling my
beds.Working real hard, landing that title,
Not being fat, lazy or idle.Being in movies
and knowing the stars, Spending the money and
driving fast cars! These are rewards of my
being so smart, Not ugly and fat, but with
healthy a heart!

2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale