A momentary glimmer of light
flicker, dark, flicker.
Growing steadily stronger, quicker
bright, dim, bright.
What path is this,
that shows such promise then denies?
Teases and coaxes,
enticing me, with small lies.
I’ve done my share done my part
Felt the burn, the pounding of my heart.
Does the judge not care, not hear me wail?
I’m done! I’ve had it!
To hell with the scale.
mydaisydaze 
😃😃👍🏻
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I like the humour in this poem. I feel there’s an echo of Dorothy Parker in the sharp wit.
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wow! thank you very much.
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Very clever poem!
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Thank you Brenda.
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I agree 👌🏼🌸
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Loved the humor and the picture of the scales in the rash! Well done
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Thank you….lot of folks liked that picture lol.
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Love this … delighted to have found another blogger who enjoys a little humour woven through their posts 🥂🌸
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Hello, thank you very much. I appreciate the acknowledgment. Life should be fun.
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