Muscle Memory - Poem by John Tansey
Looking in the mirror at fifty
I am getting older
the loss of muscle mass
sink-holing the skin
my sagging triceps and hamstrings
shows me so.
Ten pounds for every ten years
With such drastic loss of muscle memory,
I forget how to crawl.
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