fitting into shrinking pants
fitting into society
no longer fit for purpose
pear shaped statue
the fallen hero
off the pedestal
misery laying
across the footpath
irritating passers by
the missing piece
of the life’s puzzle
to be discovered
desperation
labeled
home made
impulse
desire
craving
something
savoury
or sweet
first
salted
nuts
still
unsatisfied
…
followed by
heaps of
other goodies
too many
to list
…
blaming
the weather
body chills
pants
too small
to wear
need to
go shopping
…
belly
overflowing
the waistline
taste buds
what a
curse!
heavy eyelids
stretching belly
empty pot and
cleanly licked plate
energy levels just enough
to watch the telly
soon to become
all that we ate
the sleepy mood
brings one in sync
with a rainy day
humidity through the roof
to celebrate now
let’s have a drink
of hot chocolate
Valentine’s proof
Poem ‘Sleepy Celebrations’ read by the author.
an update!
what we ate
could relate
to our fate
there has been a debate
that what is on the plate
illness can create
how could one translate
kind words of a mate
saying we carry extra weight
our appetite does dilate
we start to eat at eight
stop when it’s too late
exercise we sure hate
to wiggle like a fat bait
then meet the same fate
yet! it is not in us innate
I willfully state
it is not too late
new habits to dictate
the promise is great
to change our fate
we cannot wait
for a better date
or be too overweight
to fit the heavens gate
Poem ‘Overweight’ read by the author.
