I get more exercise than both my sons put together.

But I'll tell you who gets more exercise than I do:

My Dad!

He works like a workaholic for whom

There is no tomorrow.

He talks with a mouth of sorrow and gloom,

But he works like a man of eternal optimism,

And he has terraformed the land all around him

Into a paradise of usable ground

For farming, ranching, and the sound

Of many grandchildren sings happy songs

Continually about his door.

And he is still out working!

And outworking all of his progeny put together,

And he is almost 84 now!

-jenn