(Originally written September 2013)
I can never get heavier
No matter what I do.
All the food I eat
Passes right on through.
I’m a man in my twenties
Often mistaken for a teen.
It could be my face
Or cause I’m not so lean.
Yet through my years of living
I have come to realize
That certain type of people
Would kill for my size.
Perhaps it’s fine to be small.
And looking young is no pain.
I have a good thing going,
So why should I complain?