When drawstring snaps
and elastic cracks
while swimming laps

My swimsuit slips
below the hips
upon turning flips

Below surface I sink
thwarting scandalous peek
of naked cheek

From swimmer’s dirge
I eventually emerge
resisting second submerge

Hiking trunks fist tight
to locker room, my flight
from lap-pool plight

Why can’t I age with grace
without saving face
in this peak-of-fitness oriented place?