Cary Briel

I hardly remember
the days without care,
when my body was toned,
a full head of hair.

I’d never have thought,
if you’d have asked me back then,
that I’d be buttoning my pants
and sucking it in,

Nor would I have thought
of elastic waistbands,
nor of calorie
counting, low-carb diet plans.

What a trick God has played
that comes on us with age,
drooping and graying,
and the futile wars waged.