Exercise, both the love and <br />scourge of my life, in foolish <br />bravado I ascended the million <br />steps to the Union Buildings - <br />nearly choked to death in the <br />attempt to defy gravity by <br />marching smartly <br /> <br />In the end I struggled up at <br />a sedate rate gasping for air, <br />all visions of glory gone, once <br />at the top I saw all the lunch- <br />time joggers clutching water <br />bottles passing, I took the <br />descending road <br /> <br />This time gravity made me <br />dance a fast fandango down <br />into the city - I think exercise <br />should be kept for going to the <br />library, the Union Buildings with <br />its army of slim and trim joggers <br />is not my scene <br /> <br />I only want to be fit enough <br />to read my book without <br />falling over with fatigue...<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fast-fandango/
