I'm Getting Old: A Poem

I am getting old. And my body is wearing out.
My thighs are burning from a three mile jog.

My shoulder hurts from throwing a baseball with my neighbor.

My chest is tired from bench pressing.

My hip flexer shoots me with pain when I stand after sitting.
And I'm supposed to pray for another 50 years.

I might be in trouble.
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