Doc says the result’s from years of eating like an ass.

I’ve quit the drink and cut way back on both sugar and salt.

Cuts the appetite when faced with cauliflower malt.

Fat free and low sodium are now my current curses.

Don’t wanna eat nothin’ that will send me back to nurses.

In five day’s I’m scheduled for an echocardiogram.

Had one just two weeks ago, but I don’t give a damn.

Life is now remarked by time I spend with the machines.

Next in line, a heart stress tester, Don’t know what that means.

They pull all the strings now and I must do what docs say.

Eating wrong could mean swan song: my only choice, obey.

So, yogurt, fruits and uncooked vegetables are now a snack.

I remember hospital and don’t want to go back.

Hard to give up booze, desserts and chips for protein drinks.

While getting old is difficult, the alternative stinks.