Such Good Gone Bad

Sometimes; in the utter loneliness; I sat and weep over the growing old of my body; such a marvelous good has gone bad.  I was once so strong, so fast, could go and go and go.  All that is now gone replaced by something that brings me more pain than the fleet footedness of youth.  Superman, Spiderman, and Captain America had nothing on me, my abilities were not comic book hero’s or Hollywood stars with a dozen stuntmen to perform their feats.  No, I could do it all myself.  Carry great burdens, run for hours, climb mountains and waterfalls but now the greatest burden I bear is the burden of the weight of me carried by a body that is more and more, just not up to it.  Oh, the body to come must be a marvel, eternal Superlee, where there are no more tears in the dark of the home while sitting in the pain—of just being old.