My Best Helping Hand

My best helping hand
Is at the end of my own arm
And I understand
It brings to me much more harm
My hand to my mouth
Requires that my arm must bend
With hands pointing south
My problems would come to an end
But then do I learn?
What's a permanent solution?
My stomach for more churns
Will weightloss come to fruition?

Those out of control
Try surgery, staples and pills
But, it takes its toll
As the body soon overfills
When we're in balance
The body and spirit unite
Then a stressed instance
Does not expand the appetite
The spirit knows best
And will help the body retrain
We'll soon be at rest
Once the habit has been restrained

So, spirit take charge
Help me to feed that unmet need
On a party barge
With food everywhere- I'll not greed
I'll nourish on the good word
I'll enjoy talking
And partake of all that is heard
From food, I'll be walking
I'll not eat blindly
But, sit treasuring every bite
I will then find me
Who doesn't eat till all is tight

And- oh the freedom
To control what goes downsliding
And- oh the wisdom
I'm more than -feel, taste, touch- I'm me

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