In lockdown, exercise means doing tai chi at home via Zoom, or walking round the nearby blocks time after time. Now, finally, the fully vaccinated can play a little croquet. One day recently I was overtaken by nostalgia for more athletic times…. So much so that I took to rhyme….
FIT AT ANY AGE
Survived the childhood trauma,/ The last pick for each team,
I keep hoping, now much older,/ To fulfil my fitness dream.
My tai chi moves are just okay,/ I stroll around the block,
I muddle round at croquet/ and fail to beat the clock.
Arthritic and asthmatic,/ Excuses ever mounting,
Shortsighted, unathletic/ 78 and counting…
But do I lose heart, do I sigh/ At losing all the time?
Never! I remember/ The glory of my prime.
At the Beulah Park Sports Day,/ 1989,
They marvelled at our triumph/ My friend Lynette’s and mine.
Oh, what an exhibition/Of pluck and nerve and grace
To fulfil our life’s ambition/ And come first in a race.
Our ankles taped together,/ Our four legs ran as three,
Three-legged champions/ My friend Lynette and me.
In case you think we’re fibbin/ The proof is here to see:
A green winner’s ribbon/ For Lynette Wright and me.