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Mount Martha Beach
| by Carol Prior |
| Carol remains fascinated, even mystified, by the obsession of some of her new neighbours with fitness. Is it a quest for eternal youthfulness, or just a habit that has become an addiction? |
They’re running still, yet again!
The beach road pounds with the thudding of feet And the clatter of strollers Wheels slowly smoothing the surface with the beat Of movement….. go, go, go, must get fit, apathy kills, Walk the dog and stride the sand, Run up the hills! Swim, race the shark’s cavernous mouth to the shore, Ignore the jellies, avoid the sting of rays. Deplore The flabby muscle and the flaccid flesh, Keep running to the zenith of fitness. Get a plan, Past the Point, past the point of no return, Become the iron man Achieve the washboard, The pecs. Reject Old age, be circumspect, Defy the pass of time, the ticking body clock. Run, run on, through Pain’s threshold Unlock The stubborn door to immortality. © Carol Prior, August 2013 |
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