Oh, how I wish,
I felt really svelte.
Never have a problem,
Buckling my belt.
The problem maybe,
Water retention.
My use of the salt shaker,
Pay closer attention.
It’s not that I’m that,
Really overweight.
Could lose a few pounds,
And, strengthen my gait.
The battle of the bulge,
For me, hard to win.
In my sincere desire,
And, goal to be thin.
Don’t smoke cigarettes,
Or, at all eat sweets.
Walk twice a day,
Fast paced on my feet.
When I was younger,
It was very easy.
Metabolism, no problem,
Extra pounds didn’t tease me.
But, as I age,
My goal’s good health.
Never be a burden,
That is true wealth.
I’ll get up every day,
After a good night of sleeping,
Find a perfect balance,
Between exercise and eating.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just the way one can feel when they cross their fingers as they put away their Winter clothes and drag out the Spring and Summer clothes.
- Category: Humor
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Ah yes, I miss the metabolism per-childbearing years 😉
HA HA I can reflect. Thanks for the comment vvnrose!
Exercise every day but trouble is I enjoy a glass of wine or two with my main meal - must cut it out - waist currently half my height so all is not lost but must try to lose a tad
I don't know if I would give up the wine. Ha Ha. Thanks Michael.
The last stanza was the truth,
I write this senryu some time ago.
I awake each morn
Move from my bed and stand up,
The day will be good.
That is great Goldfinch! Love that! Thanks for the visit 🙂
Very nice
Thank you Garry!
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