The Spring (4)

The Spring (4)

The spring
is no longer in his step
With muscles weary
he resigns himself to sit
on the bench
a pedestrian
watching from the sidelines
His shoulders are down
and his neck is tired
from supporting the weight of his head
full of thoughts
over run by memories
and outraged by the injustice
that you can move on
and he can't.

I did the Yoga X routine for the second time today from the P90X program. I'm dead beat and tomorrow is legs and backs. I need to get to bed earlier and rest up. I think I like writing the same poem over and over again... although today's piece is different from the other Springs. Inspired by some of my favourite youtube covers that I've been watching today. Peace out.