THE OLDEST JOGGER IN TOWN
Some try to guess what age he is
And many have their say.
All I can say with certainty,
He’s eighty if a day.
Bright yellow shorts and tee shirt blue
White trainers, baseball cap
Around his neck a chain or two
To jingle as they flap.
Tall and slim with spindly legs,
Wrinkled face, eyes clear,
Shoulders tilted witch-like,
A smile from ear to ear.
His gait would win no prizes,
A little short, quick trot,
But his stamina surprises
In weather cold or hot.
He’s just another jogger,
But a special one to me.
Brings clarity to my thinking
What life’s perspective be.
A model of contentment,
No trace of scowl or frown;
Pleasure and serenity,
The oldest jogger in town.
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Hurray for the oldest jogger!
Why not, Onisha. ‘Hurray I Say’ too.
Enthusiasm knows no age!
It’s not the age, it’s the strength ! Love this !