WEIGH

Pants and groans a custom
Indolence has become a custom
Like inheritance it may be passed on
Not yet morbid but corpulent
Creaks are on my knees
And agony in my chest
We are heading off the rails,
Signaller hailing for immediate halt
My blubber has become flabby 
Like a tremor when I pootle
It weighs in my spirit
It weighs on my scale
It weighs on my body
It weighs on my mind
I must run from this weighty torso
But first I must weigh on this cake

My flesh is loosing the battle today
For my mouth keeps giving way
Inside me a plethora of decay
And the solution I must say
Hydrate and physical during the day
But in this cocoon as I lay
Wondering how to keep at bay
This galloping weight lest it slay
My soul and will all my days

Do I then give up, give in?
Keep falling in the same bin
How can I? I will wake up and win,
I know I can be lean
Curve out this load
Mind, will, body and spirit on board
We, I, can throw it overboard
And in me I will hoard
All the discipline to guard
The recession of the old ways.