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A Couch Potato 🤣

A Couch Potato 🤣

These feet have had blisters from climbing steep hills

This face has been weatherbeaten from callous, cold chills

I have conquered my goals from sheer grit and strong wills

Now I sit amidst silence staring at stills..

So I reminisce those iced-capped mountains with beauty and appeal

As I imagine yon zest from that breathtaking zeal

Coz I will always recall the way that scenic view made me feel

Walking up an appetite before I ate a good hearty meal..

But back in those bygone days I had  overdoses of energy

When my bodily shape was leaner yet stronger, looking so slenderly

Nowadays when I glance sideways in a full length mirror I think “Oh woe betide me!!”

As I chillax like a couch potato lost in my Life in verse poetry…

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Greg Etsell

yup that be me 
at times but if
get my walk
in for the day 
i am good 
i like  walk 6-7 
days week 
great poem

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Jill Tait

I been out just now n back home I try to get 10-12000 steps now a day xx

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Greg Etsell

wow that is wonderful 
did you do 5 mils today

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