If Only I Could

If I could eat all that I want;
Not stop till I am sick.
And never gain a single pound,
and be thin as a stick.

If only I could shove my face
with pleasures all my life,
and still not be a fat and dreary,
discontented wife.

If only I could do all this
without the exercise,
and still fit into clothes made for
a woman’s perfect thighs.

It happened once,  three years ago;
In my glory, could not keep
this perfect shape I thought I had,
‘cause I woke up from my sleep.

© Cheryl Taul
August 20, 1997

Midi “Alexander's Ragtime Band“ © Margi Harrell