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Iron
Pumping out another rep under the bar;
My love of this style of exercise is bizarre.
Next set, throwing on another pair of plates;
Challenging myself with iron; more weight.
My form is perfected, each lift is still pure;
Another day under the bar is my soul's cure.
Feeling that burning deep in my muscle;
One more pound of iron, that is the hustle.
Age has not slowed me, I still am progressing;
Overcoming the challenge, I am still pressing.
Standing as a marker, my strength now tested;
My affair with the iron is time well invested.
Expanding the possibilities, pushing the limit;
Another bead of sweat that I did commit.
Stronger at 59 than at anytime in my life;
Iron cuts to the reality as a surgical knife.
No longer willing to go quietly into the night;
I'm luring that Old Man Time into a fight.
Never playing, always pushing the envelope;
The iron changes me, it enables me to cope.
25Feb11
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