Eat more fiber my young doc’s rule
good for old guts, cholesterol too.
I bring berries and oatmeal to the morning table
but the mush isn’t close to a New York bagel.
Halfway through my ordeal William jumps on my lap
a dear rescue kitty safe now and relaxed.
He savors the oatmeal left in the bowl
licks my face in a thank you and curls into a ball.
Appreciative purring vibrates straight to my heart
and again I’m enlightened by four-legged smart.
So I’ll let this oatmeal thing grow some on me
throw in ginger, cinnamon, a slice of kiwi.
And age like sweet William, a grateful old soul
snug on my lap with low cholesterol.
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