Fire Alarms

The first two years were the hardest

The food, the constant headaches

The fire alarm going off

With frustrating regularity

Nothing to do

Too stressed and depressed                              

To read or work out

Unable to hold a conversation

I hadn’t discovered

The consolations of drug uses

Or the pride of transforming

My physique into

The best shape of my life

Endless hours to kill

With nothing but TV

And the endless games of table tennis

Never enough sleep

But we are blessed

Those that persevere

Because things get easier

Improve with time

And every day

Is a little easier

But those first years were a horror

I wouldn’t wish on anyone

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