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The Aging Jogger

written by: Ian Fletcher

 

How his younger self would scorn him now as he plods the streets on his evening jog.

An athlete then, a golden boy! Alas, has it come to this?

Yet he reflects on his peers.

Some have succumbed to smoking, others to booze or drugs, still others to their poor diets and obesity, not to mention the suicides.

As the endorphins kick in, he pities these wrecks no more, for is he not earning his right to life?

He thinks of the words of Tennyson’s aging Ulysses:

Though much is taken, much abides

and carries on jogging into the night.

Ian Fletcher

Ian Fletcher

Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Tuck Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.
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