Tomorrow’s just another day

Another year…I’m older

Weight has caused me to view my cake

As not a treat but a candle holder


Another year to pay my debts

Another year to struggle

No end in sight; no quick reprieve

No results from all my trouble


They gather round to sing the song

Holding true to old tradition

Sometimes you’re better off left alone

But no one seems to listen


Another year of the body’s demise

New aches and pains discovered

The body no longer heals itself

Consumed meds; an effort to recover


Anticipation builds; I hold my breath

Depriving oxygen to brain, heart, and liver

Waiting to see what is left to endure

What “gifts” this year waits to deliver

Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell




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