Whatever Happened To That Young Man Poem by Matthew Holloway

Whatever happened to that young man
the one not so sporting yet still active
the man who could work through a day
accomplish tasks and chores with ease
and still be good to go for more
where did that guy go?
The replacement has slowed down
requires more rest and recovery periods
found aches and pains, locking joints
has a fear of sitting down during a task
in case he may not be able to stand back up
the reversal of character has been sudden
like an overnight delivery to wreckage
where did that young, spry man go?
who is this worn out wreck here now?
Time ages poorly I would surmise
not that that young man
could have told you that