The Butterfly Roars - by Pami Jane
Like a caterpillar waiting for it's rebirth
I plod, a mountain, 'pon this our Earth
One mobile, barely, and sighing for breath
Hoping to test my wings, before my death.
Oh yes, at times I laugh with carefree ease
Writing my poems of God, love and the seas
Encouraging all to never give up or give in...
It's past time I listen, past my time to win.
Death is breathing its fetid breath down on me
But I won't lie down without a fight, no sirree!
I will work hard and let nothing distract me,
Not even sumptuous allure of pie will attract me!
No burger or fries will catch me by surprise,
Nor pizza, finger lickin' chicken, I surmise...
Nothing sweet other than fruit will I now eat,
Unless it's Jello sugerless pudding for a treat!
I want to wrap myself up warm snug and tight
In my crysalis of woe to be wakened up right,
Slimmer, trimmer with my health fully restored
Stretching and testing, finally the butterfly, I roared.