Life’s coin – of four shifting sides,
Our season’s dance, growth resides.
Spring to summer, then fall to frost,
A rollercoaster of both gain and cost
With each turn whispers, “Never at loss.”

Autumn stirs with its fiery breath,
Leaves like embers, to fleeting death.
Fierce winds howl, stripping trees bare,
But beneath the soil, life prepares,
For every ending, renewal dares.

Winter descends, its grip assured,
A frozen mirror, cold and clear.
The world stands locked in icy chains,
Our Hearths glows yet warm as love sustains,
Through struggle’s frosty remains.

Spring awakens, the ice retreats,
New streams hum with rhythmic beats.
Buds unfurl, the earth revives,
Promise of life’s song arrives,
In every drop, creation thrives.

Summer beams with a golden hue,
The sky an endless, perfect blue.
Waves kiss the shore, the heart feels free,
Life’s a beach, where joy can be,
Boundless tide to beauty’s decree.

Once we spoke with ease,
Sharing our truth with hearts open,
A time when trust was strong and clear,
And lies had no place to start.

Then came a quiet shift,
When eyes grew sharp, voices lost meaning,
A promise forgotten,
And kindness left with nowhere to go.

Neighbours whisper in the streets,
Doubtful to each comment heard,
Contracts written in thin air,
No weight to any single word.

Faith, once traded man to man,
Was scattered like loose grains of sand.

Shadows linger where light thrived,
Suspicion blooms where trust has fled,
A world adrift in what’s unsaid,
Wondering where the truth had gone.

I am lost – deep in the dark,
A basic shadow without form,
I dwell within whispers turning to storms,
I am numb. The very void.

Paths once clear have faded,
No light, no guide, no sound,
Empty.

The world spins round and round,
The river of life splits and turns,
Yet – I drift aimlessly.

My purpose dissolved,
A thread pulled in endless night,
With no will, no urge to fight,
I fade, erased in time.

Empty and cold,
A chasm’s depth penetrates my soul within,
No start, no end, no sin,
Just endless dark.

Sitting perched on a patchwork throne,
Her feline form lays aslumber all alone.
As if a purring engine, lost in meditation,
Her world one of whiskered contemplation.

A hunter’s farce with eyes of emerald gleam,
She dreams of slumper, down a never-ending stream.
Tiny paws, lain like mittens of snow,
Twitch at the shadows, dancing to her dream.

Gentle beast! To wrap you in a bow,
You chase mice in memory of long ago.
Your belly rises and falls in rhythmic tide,
Your presence keeps me alive!

A sight to behold, a marvel of mass,
A man overflowing, built to surpass
The average frame, a walking display
Of epicurean habits at play.

He laces his sneakers, a herculean feat,
His belly a mountain, his breathing discreet,
Then charges forth, a rumbling tide,
Leaving asphalt in tremors, nowhere to hide.

With each labored puff, a thunderclap booms,
Accompanying tremors that shake all the rooms.
Dogs scatter in terror, birds take to the sky,
As he waddles and wobbles, a glorious guy.

Onlookers all gasp, some clutch at their sides,
Convinced he’ll combust in a shower of fries.
“A heart attack’s coming!” they silently plead,
“That poor, foolish fellow, its a foolhardy deed!”

But wait, don’t be hasty, rest your soul,
This run isn’t penance, to meet a set goal.
It’s not for a marathon, a six-pack, or fame,
This man is on a journey, and that’s not a shame.

He runs for the sunshine, the wind in his hair,
For clearing his head and a moment to share
With his body, a friend often taken for granted,
A vessel for laughter, for dreaming, enchanted.

So laugh if you must, at this comical sight,
But remember, dear reader, all journeys take flight
With a single first step, a tentative stride,
No matter your size, there’s your health to confide.

In movement, in laughter, in taking a chance,
So let the fat man run, in his own joyful trance.