Friday, January 30, 2009

Falling apart

I don't feel so great
I need to lose weight
I do not need pie
My sugar's too high

Blood pressure's a mess
I need to confess
My knees really ache
Prescriptions I need to take

I'm telling the nurse
That I could feel worse
I'm walking this journey
And not on a guerney

Let me tell all the young
Before you get stung
Exercise and eat right
And rest well in the night


Ms Hen said...

You wrote cool. I like it.

I did not know you were a POET.... I like the flow and humor of this one.

Thanks for telling me about your other blog.

Awake In Rochester said...

Good advice I'd like to say.

But I ate to much pie already today.

Yesterday I had two as well.

So guess my body is gonna go to ;)