To exercise feels good,
If I can get myself to do it,
And I can eat the things I should,
If I just attend to it.
My problems are all solvable
If I remain involved;
And yet I sit here, still amazed
For none of them are solved
Tag: Weight
F. M. Y.
My body wants to stretch, I need to breathe
I need air in my muscles and my mind;
To slowly unwind all I daily wreathe
Where expectations, truths are intertwined
I slowly inhale, sink into a pose
My fat man’s yoga, done here in the den
And while ridiculous, as you’d suppose
It helps me feel
Like I’m myself
Again
To share is human:
Orotund or Rotund?
During this year
Of writing over 1,000 poems
About life
Despair
Joy
Imaginary affairs
And being clumsy
I’ve put on 40 pounds
So
I’ve got that going for me
