
There is a single weekly chore,
That I admit, I most abhor.
Each time I step upon the scale,
I tell myself, “I’m such a whale!”
Though not defined by just a number,
My self esteem is torn asunder.
I know, I know, there’s more to love
My vanity should rise above,
The cruel reminder, I’m getting older,
It could be worse, I could be colder.
In response to: Just Thursday, Blog Hop: Mind the Mundane
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I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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April 10, 2015 at 2:32 pm
LOL!
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April 10, 2015 at 2:50 pm
Argh, for a long time i dreaded the scale too. Haha, the last 2 lines end it right!
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April 10, 2015 at 2:53 pm
Thanks!
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April 11, 2015 at 11:30 am
Ha, ha! Excellent!
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April 11, 2015 at 12:05 pm
Thank you!
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