One day
I looked down and saw
a pot emerging.
It was most discouraging.


It felt sad
about my flab.


I was already walking
but was not  shrinking.


So I started rowing
on a rowing machine
hoping it might help.


The flab above
my waistline
began vanishing
and that was pleasing.


that  which was below
my belly button
didn’t seem to know
the way I planned to go.


So it remained
the same —
a bane.


And so
I’ve started doing leg lifts
while lying on the floor
with expectations
my situation
will improve
as I remove
a little bit of fat.


I pray each day
that my body will
respond to my demands.


I’m but an old man

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