Missing Both of You

When will I see you again? Maybe when my dieting is at an end You supported me for all those years Now there is so much pressure it brings tears You helped me go places even when you were sore Now I look down and I can't see you no more Sometimes I think I'd like to pack it in and quit But for now I just think I'll have another banana split My wife says I'm a winner, but I'd really like to lose Then maybe in six months I'd be able to tie my shoes Life is funny, after all these years I find I keep getting bigger, a waist is a terrible thing to mind Now if I lose enough and then look down I could see you and life would be so sweet I miss my left one, I miss my right one I miss both of you----- My Feet.