Sporting Goods

I was passing by a busy thoroughfare
Weekend outing
the shop opposite carried the legend
Sporting Goods and Equipment

I recalled how enthusiastically I had shopped for gym wear
wrist bands sweat bands sneakers
So I just stood in front of the display window
A moment's obeisance to
Another dead dream.

The pursuit of a figure like the wind
Starry eyed vision
dancing upon dry leaves of decay of resolution
Gone with  the wind
While I went in hot pursuit of new plans for happiness.

Wastelands of disposal.
Disposable me. Used up.
Ready for removal.
Life doesn't stamp expiry dates
Just snuffs out the candle.

Meanwhile tell tale signs
Thickening waist
Thinning coiffure
Laughter lines and crows feet
Crowding the face.

And still we want to be feted
Where ever we go
And gear up for approval
Ultimately we're sporting goods too.
Object of the sporting world's casual disposable glance
And all the equipment we use
Cannot erase the question from our eyes
Are we still suitable for view?

I have carried the metaphor too far
And now I cannot digest the things I've said
Upon my word I'm a serious poet
It's my work alone that you need to read and validate.
The Facebook display is just Window dressing
Your call... to dismiss or not
But
This ink won't titillate.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014