As strength deserts
my body
the weights grow
hard to lift
Each rep I fake
four breaths I take
and atrophy
persists
Those muscles ripped
in times long past
but memory
to me now
An aging racehorse
on the hill
one step
— beyond the plow
(Anytime Fitness: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
I really liked this one Kurt I guess it must be my age. A fave
Thanks, somewhat autobiographical 🙂
Great one, Kurt.
Thanks, as always.
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