POEM - Old Delivery Guy

My body still knows

How to move just so

To transport this piece or that piece

Of inanimate furniture

Make it dance and pivot

Jump and shake

Or pirouette over my head

To get nearly any furnishing

Into the desired location

Yes my body still knows the moves

But the price paid

Has become steeper

And unloading a truck full

Of my buddies household goods

Takes a toll I never knew

It’s the car ride home

That kills me off

I stretch and lift

And heave and heft

Then sit back and sink

And now when the gears stop grinding

They like to take the next step

And go ahead and seize up

Just to make sure

I don’t consider any more foolishness

Making sure I remember

That I am no longer that guy

That unloaded whole trucks of couches

Delivered sleeper sofas by himself

Then went home refreshed

And maybe play some racquetball

Just to be sure I got enough exercise

I may still be able to impress

By lifting my end of the piano solo

With four guys on the other end

But you should probably save that task

For the end of the move

If you want me to help

With any of the other boxes