Falling apart

It’s official, I am falling apart. Muscles sore, ligaments stretched, tendons pulled away from the bones. That’s me. Not stooped exactly but shrunken by 52years of vity. Walking with a limp, forever – thanks toI’m one significantly shorter tibia. Arms, in the smaller side, but on the days when I contemplate biceps curls I think about Tyrannosaurus rex, perhaps the most feared predator the earth has ever known, and look at his arms, two little twigs, l in e a stick figure drawing, only he wasn’t a drawing. Either am I, with the ever present BMI to align against,, the “ab” always here to mind itq