You’re getting old, the doctors scold –
Got to do now what you’re told.
Can’t drink coffee, farewell to tea.
Them things just ain’t good for me.
Skip the meat, fat or wheat
So many foods I should delete.
Cheese sends my blood pressure high
And I could die from pecan pie!
Tasty morsals once delightful
Bind my guts way passed tightful.
No more booze – it hurts my liver.
Sugar make my fingers quiver.
Don’t even smoke for fear of stroke
Poach this white. Toss that yoke.
At least grocery bills be small –
I won’t get to eat at all.
I’m off the salt – is my fault.
My story makes a strange gestalt.
Not so easy to abstain.
But I’m to blame – best not complain.
Must find a new way to behave
By cutting out all that I crave.
If only I could prove the dare
That humans beings can live on Air.
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