Practice 


The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.

But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.

I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.

But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.

I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.

Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.

To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.

If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.

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