Pack My Bag For A Trip To The Sea Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I still haven't learned how to say no
when food is pressed under my nose,
nobody held a gun to my head but I
still felt compelled to hold up my end
and consume more than I have room
for, a headache for my pains, rather
down in the mouth, all the fun gone

I wonder how more outgoing types
deal with the regret always felt after
going overboard, maybe it's just some
of us who feel compelled to indulge
in feeling sorry for themselves after
a very singular event, it feels as if
I'm carrying the whole world

On my shoulders simply because I
couldn't stop when offered chicken
wings with two sauces, after laughing
at Leon Schuster reels I fell back into
this feeling of malaise - now abiding
my time to get the right vibrations
back so I can laugh again

And pack my bag for a trip to the
sea, always a wondrous place
to me…