My career began with an entrechat huit.
Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet,
Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim
Who was once a neuro-physicist
Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist
Who can do a U-turn through a toilet-seat,
Wriggle through a gutless racquet.
Now I call that neat.
Gwendy lifts a record weight
At sixty-five, while battling to stay alive.
Hugo’s kidney does him proud.
And as he reads his poems aloud
We sense we are the avant-garde
Still writing well, still training hard.