Your Lying Eyes

You look at me
and see fifty pounds
excess contributing
to deterioration
of worn-out knees.
Another senior
sliding down the hill,
picking up speed.

 

You're right as to the pounds,
the knees, the age
but your conclusions
prevaricate, mislead,
deceive. You see
a while ago I discovered
the rooms of recovery,
and I belong here.
I'm not accelerating
toward futility
but soaring to recovery
and the weight's impetus
is downward, moving toward
a healthy sum and the knees
have eclipsed the doctor's guess.
You see seediness.
I know seeds of recovery
continue to germinate and thrive.

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