Doctor's Prescription

Her sweat continued to flow
more than her tears did,
she was born in a silver spoon,
she never knew hunger, not even now,
at 28 she has grown too fat with 128.

She is sweating and still crying,
her weight is weighing her breath down,
she is sick, its hard to breath,
she is gasping for breathe,
she needs a doctors prescription.

You must go jogging early in the morning,
you must come jogging even in the evening,
today is 28th by the fourth 28th you should have lost 28.
That was the doctors prescription.

Lazily out she went at dawn,
trying to let out twenty eight,
all she could do was walk instead of jog,
her tears were flowing Her sweat too.

Dates had come and gone
doctor's prescription couldn't comply,
it was the fourth twenty eighth,
she had done the opposite
in 128 she had added 28.

The young lady was heavy,
she knew she must have to let go,
she was sweating all over
her tears out of order.

So young, so many dreams
so slow, so many miles
she is not tired, her body is
she is not crying, its eye water.

She was buried.

MIGHT

I might be,
So down, but never out.
Poor indeed, but not of love.
Existing, but not really living.
Your father, but full of hate.

You might be,
On top, but not of the world.
Laughing, but not happy.
A success, but not excellent.
A drunkard, but of divine water.

We might be,
Brothers, but not in Christ.
Chatting, but fighting at heart.
Planning now, unaware of later.
Breathing now, but pulsing stops.

And the music continues......on & on..........