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Injecting Iron
Sweat drops off my brow running down my cheek;
My effort is redoubled, is it only the rewards I seek?
In the gym, shoving more weight onto the steel bar;
Straining to lift over my head the weight, isn't it bizarre?
At my age I will not really modify my bodies appearance,
Yet I continue, year after year, in this perseverance.
Without true hope of becoming the next Clarence Bass;
I am a hardgainer, as my work seems to never gain any mass.
But I now have the answer to this personal ten year question,
Without real results, I look forward to my workout session.
This process of forging flesh into iron by lifting heavy objects;
During the workout somewhere deep within my soul connects.
Stress is given the freedom to escape my mind and leave my side;
Breaking the chains of my quiet desperation if properly applied.
Looking in the mirror I see a warrior who has fought today's war;
Satisfaction sweeps across me as I leave through the gym's door.
The changes within me are internal from my battle with the bar;
I have injected iron inside my soul, quietly I drive away in my car.
26Sep08
After leaving the YMCA after a hard, but fulfilling workout.
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