Going Without
With over-abundance and all kinds of addictions staring me in the face,
I like to, just occasionally, make do or go without,
Even when I don't have to.
I sometimes even pretend I have no car,
No matter what the weather.
That ice-cream or chocolate bar,
Withheld for even an hour,
Tastes twice as good.
A long walk in the fresh air does wonders for my figure,
As an example, to my children, it is beyond compare.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2019
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