My Healthy Diet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My friends would ask me daily,

 “How are you feeling today"?

 “I’m great, how about you”? I said,

I was lying all the way.

 

I fed myself a healthy diet,

Grains, greens, high protein food,

Always served in metered amounts;

Quarts of ice cream helped my mood.

 

I stuck to my diet for decades,

My routine was always the same.

Each year this disciplined eater,

Was amazed at how much I’d gain.

 

Even an occasional burger

Had lean meat for my health,

I learned bacon flies under the radar;

Most fat foods arrive stealth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under Duress On the Polar Express

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seventy-one years old tonight,

Hearing aids plugged into my head.

Watching a Christmas movie alone,

All 65 years of my dog friends dead.

 

I remembered a Christmas gift when three,

And my father’s gift when he was four…

Were tucked away in a cardboard box,

And shouldn’t be hidden any more.

 

There’s Peter bear, now sixty-eight,

And Timothy bear, one hundred and three.

Both glad to be liberated,

I forgot them, they remembered me.

 

The fact they still provide comfort,

Is in no way a mystery…

They’re the only pieces left in my life,

Still a part of my history.

 

 

Cosmic Chaos

 

 

I felt so vulnerable when young,

A tiny speck in an infinite world.

I felt immortal in my teen years,

Stronger than any challenges hurled.

 

Other people made heartfelt promises,

Professing to share my dreams.

Their baggage of unfulfilled promises

Was bursting at the seams.

 

Time ticked on, I lost pets and family,

Along with friends and memories I buried…

I lost weight as I grew older,

Gaining it back from the grief I carried.

 

I built an emotional suit of armor,

Hoping one day I’d become jaded;

Waking up stronger than ever today…

 I awoke increasingly faded.

 

I noticed when out with friends today,

My aura showed no reflection.

There is no promise to any life,

Offering perfection or protection.