The Filipina was preening herself in the gym this morning again,

primping her plumage,strutting her not inconsiderable weaponry.
But this time there were no admirers,who would encourage her in her endeavours.
The gym was full of tired old men who in the final effort are trying to halt the march of  ravages of age
and remedy a lifelong abuse of the body by cigarettes,drink and the sitting room sofa,some throwing in the towel after the first 10 steps on the treadmill, some soldiering on,living in hope,for "hope springs eternal in the human breast" [Alexander Pope]