turning fifty
quick it goes
gifts you get
wished to foes
morning blues
late night news
growing out of
fancy shoes
hot flashes
on a winter day
summer heat
you wish away
wearing shorts
now causing issues
flabby cheeks
excess tissues
food you eat
turns into fat
your stomach grows
your mood is flat
anti-wrinkle cream
no longer effective
the human blueprint
proven defective
light fabric
airy flow
supporting
just a little
too low
encouraging
staring looks
peeking into
all the hidden
nooks
low set pants
revealing
the crack
at the front
potato sack
confidence
oozing from
every cavity
definition of
gravity
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HERE IS THE AUDIO RECORDING OF THIS POEM ON SPOTIFY:
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!
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HERE IS THE AUDIO RECORDING OF THIS POEM ON SPOTIFY:
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.
