Temptation is a pretty thing
All wrapped up in modern bling
Sweet deceit
That compels my feet
Dragging me towards a fate
I must learn to hate
Years of illicit devouring
Wanton gluttony reigning
Now betrays me
I am no longer free
Each morsel plays a game
Entrenched within my frame
Midlife crept upon me thoughtlessly
Slowing metabolism and wrinkles proliferate abundantly
Lucky me, I join the throng
But at least my hair has not gone wrong!
My friend chocolate,
I must learn to moderate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amen! I'm right there with ya! ! Great write...lh