My Fitbit is my joy and pride
I wear it both day and night
It helps to count the steps I take
It’s fully aware when I gorge on cake..
It gives a ping as I lie in bed
As if to say – wake up sleepy head
Time and again a message it sends
It works so hard – it’s day never ends
Stand up – it orders
Stretch - Do some exercise
Don’t keep sitting all the time
And tell me no fibs and lies
Stand up it says as I’m having a bath
It behaves like a horse pulling a cart
Whether I object or quietly obey
It serenely continues to do its part
It startles me up - even at midnight
Sending me offers that trend online
It does not care that I want some quiet
And for peace and rest – I do pine
So it’s a mixed bundle that does some good
And tires to improve me, if it could
It is the voice that monitors my fitness & health
Which it feels is the real wealth
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Each to their own, Safina. Your poem is so clear, so descriptive that it has scared me from all the way over here...🙃
And do I indeed detect some ambivalence there??
you are definitely omniscient...lol
anyways, have a great weekend
Always - without a fitbit, which would have finished me off a long time ago.... (cough and wheeze)
i am beginning to understand why life would be better off without one...though it's a hard habit to wipe off..
Sounds like another word for conscience. A most fun write
i used to think it's a boon, now i have a few doubts...
Excellent write
thank you so much.. glad you liked it..
You're welcome
I had one of the earliest models .. she kept nagging me to do this, more of that and less of the other .. in the end, we got divorced .. great little fun poem my friend ..
the newer ones nag more - and pitch is higher too. and the plastic belt starts making the skin itch after long wear..
and yet - i wear it to count steps, check pulse, heartbeat, etc. hard habit to break..
you are lucky you escaped. thanks for the feedback - have a beautiful weekend
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