The Jogger

Her breasts are bouncing up and down as she jogs in the rain I hear her pant as she trots by and her face shows the strain Of one into self punishment to keep those kilos down She goes out in the morning rain and jogs along the town. She don't seem overweight to me her figure looks okay But she looks at a different self she don't see things that way When she looks in her mirror perhaps to herself she say I've put on a few kilos I have to jog today. When she looks in her mirror she sees a different face She sees herself as overweight her figure out of place Your eyes can only tell you what your eyes want you to see And the woman jogging in the rain not overweight to me. I heard her puff and pant aloud as she went jogging by And by the grimace on her face she did not seem to enjoy The strenuous sort of exercise her body told her no But the mirror on her bedroom wall said jog rain, hail or snow. She has to be a masochist to drive herself through pain That woman who goes panting by breasts bouncing in the rain When many others are in bed she jogs along the town In the gray dawn of early day she puffs uphill and down.