The Scale Poem by Bev Haigh

I rise out of bed, what do I find?
My bathroom scales are first on my mind

My daily routine, is get out of bed
Then to the bathroom is where I'll head

I tread ever so gently onto the scale
Then say a prayer whilst a breath I inhale

Please dear lord the pounds I am needing
Are a little bit lower than yesterdays reading

Now when I think of my calorie intake
A good weight loss reading I have to forsake

Eat less and exercise, drink no wine
I'll then lose some weight and I'll be on cloud nine

So now here we have a brand new day
Today I'll be good come what may!