bones
Muscles disappear skin cannot tone
Your loss of weight makes you a living
skeleton
People stare in your wake as if it was your intention.
Did you get a stroke?
No you did not get a stroke
Some shook their heads, others whisper, “I am sorry for the poor
bloke.”
They can waste their time, you got no time for self-pity, no time to
mope.
You devise a method to cope
Soft seat and pillow and
walk as if you are on tight rope
Good to live in hope
Muscles almost back to normal, you are no longer the joke, no more fun
to poke.