Posted in original, self / self esteem

Smaller Frame

And so I came to realize that people with smaller size, smaller frame

Gets the praise, popularity and fame

They always seem to win the game

Of one size fits all.

I never try an outfit where they can see, for fear of being shamed

And perhaps, fear of being maimed

They may not laugh at me but I’ll feel awful just the same

Such an awful feeling.

My confidence, I can never tame

I am just another fat suffering dame

I feel so lame

For wanting to be one of those with smaller frames

Posted in growing old, original

the old photo

the picture on the wall is stained

it has aged and is starting to fade

the color is washed out…..almost

the faces are still visible

and you long and yearn for those times

those years have gone by all too quickly

all to suddenly

the wooden frame is starting to waste away

decaying and rotting

moldy and smelly, but the faces are still visible

the memories are remembered, cherished

and will never be forgotten