Nearing 50, there’s now a pronounced stoop
of my back when I stand,
my shoulders slouch into a slight frown
even when unburdened,
and my cheeks sag testicular.
(And don’t even ask about the real ones
and how’s what’s between them.)
But you are the lone exception
in your triumphant defiance!
Only this morning, in the mirror I noticed
you’ve pushed back the force of gravity
by another shiny mile.