It had dogged her life for many years,
And often brought her close to tears.
It seemed it was her lifelong fate
To fret about her body weight.
She'd tried the diets, she'd tried the gym.
She wanted so much to be slim
Like her friend Denise who seemed to scoff
Whatever she liked and still kept weight off.
It was at the age of forty six
That Life came along with its bag of tricks,
With a most ironic twist of fate,
A solution landed on her plate.
Maybe due to lifestyle, or perhaps by chance, her
Bowel had developed cancer.
The doctors told her that it had spread
And that in a few months she may be dead.
As disease and treatments fought within,
She began to get more and more thin.
Her appetite, once hale and hearty,
Had finally upped and left the party.
And so it was, one cold autumn day,
As in her hospice bed she lay,
She finally reached her ideal weight,
But of course, by then it was much too late.
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