BODY Image Poem: To Gain & to Lose, by Brady Spicer

I hate that I am gaining so much weight,
It’s feeling like I’m losing my grip on fate,
As here and there, I await and debate,
How to turn back learned time.
I need to not burn my rhymes,
Except in my readers minds.
I feel blind and signed,
My fine health away,
Today and every day,
I must realign my mayday to bind,
And reassign my twines of long lines.
But hey, at least I am not confined,
Like a steak, wide eyed and cooked.
Like looked on with a little wine,
Similar to a well-read book.