My Morning Battle

It lies in wait for me each and every morning,
ready to emerge from under the bathroom sink.
Iím never prepared, never heed the warning
to get into fighting shape. What do I think -
that maybe today it will finally let me win?
Shower done, itís time to engage this enemy.
It lies there non-threatening before me, but thenÖ
I step on. Its large, red, digital numbers assault me.
I scowl, now get rid of the towel, yet still I howl.
ďBut I ate hardly anything for two days!Ē I wail.
Nevertheless, Iíve lost another battle with my scale.

Harry Edward Gilleland      07.02.03