The loss of my waist, a poem.
Part 1 of 3
Once I was a young man, slight in waist,
Who walked everywhere at a cracking pace.
The years progressed and I did digest,
Pretty much everything like an unwelcome guest.
We run for the bus and I hear a breeze,
but it’s just you wheezing and quivering at the knees.
Part 2 of 3 tomorrow.