Images Of Old Poem by Phil Soar

I caught a glimpse, an image, that has settled in my mind
My shape from this side angle, was a shock, and quite unkind
I never thought that such a sight would fill me with dismay
Whoever thought, at 63, that I would look this way?

How could I store such fat reserves, that make me look unique,
I’ve become a couch potato, and lost all my young physique
I’d make a welcome mannequin, for Big & Tall & Fat
I never thought, at 63, that I would look like that.

I’ve ripples running around my frame, that wobble when I walk,
My feet are swollen from the strain, and my navel almost talks,
It moves as if it hasn’t got another place to go,
And like the tide, my belly has a daily ebb and flow.

So maybe I will move all mirrors to our cellar floor
So that I miss these images, when I walk through a door,
It really is uncomfortable, when I see my reflection,
I never thought, at 63, I would lose my complexion