Even wearing glasses, I squint, flex eyes
to tell small e from c. Accept my fate:
Ask my old Dell to please increase text size
so I can read what I just wrote, or rate
The New York Times online. My knees crackle
like distant applause amidst my legwork
to care for the spine. Elbows seem shackled
as I lift light weights. My mind wants to shirk
exercise of any kind. So I pray
for guidance to simply stroll neighborhoods
near my pad. I can hear William James say
faith and action’s the key. I wish I could
relate, but feel government’s bent on thought
control. Perhaps I’m paranoid. Or not.
Roger Armbrust
July 25, 2008
