By Aristophanes
There was a time in youth
When walking wasn’t exercise
This flabby frame was lean
Toned muscles more than apt
There was a time ago
When walking wasn’t exercise
In mind I still remember
Sweet dream it will remain
There was a time, now past
When walking wasn’t exercise
What is there now but pain?
Strange flights in light so bright
There was a time. No more.
When walking wasn’t exercise.
It’s gone. Like sand. Like dust.
Nothing ever lasts.
There is a time ahead
When walking won’t be anything
I know I should turn back
But it is far too late. ■
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