The Fall!

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When the winter takes its heavy toll Breath declines at the season’s fall While youth enjoys the pleasant blows The growing souls their windows close Asthma, fever comes as ailments Syrups replace the food supplements The family doc prescribes some food One has to obey despite NO mood The diet comprises porridge and soup No favorite bits, no ice-cream scoop No spicy, oily and fried things No rice, no milk, no cold drinks Less salt in meals, less sugar in tea To level sugar and high B.P Just toasted bread with a chicken leg Pepper sprinkled boiled egg Talk is hindered with thoughtful pauses Mind accepts not wearing glasses Daily weight-check, X-Ray file Have upkeep with the lipid profile Troubled by migraine and joints Getting annoyed at little points No thought of love, or hate or revenges But syrups, fruit-drops and lozenges Oblivion increases the use of fillers As a spell of regular pain-killers The bones get softened, eyesight falls All this happens when the age calls!

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