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