My mind just sweats the small things
 These days
 It's not interested in learning Spanish
 Or writing poetry
 Or even reading
 (Something that up to now
 I have always found
 Very easy).
 I know
 At my age
 I'm coming down the hill:
 I swim less,
 I run less
 (And feel it more
 When I do).
 But I didn’t know-
 I had no idea-
 That my mind
 Would come down with me too.
I used to have my head in a book
 At times like these.
 Now, while my kid
 Reads his Kindle,
 I just lie
 & look
 As the women pass
 In their bikinis.