The Belly and the Members

There was a time when all life's grace
Did flow through me, yet at this place
I am confined to this small room,
And here must wait my final doom.

The Members, they did all the work,
And through such toil did fondly lurk
The thought that they, by their own might,
Could live and thrive, and win the fight.

But soon the Belly, strong and vast,
Did grow so weak, its die was cast.
So all the Members, weak and wan,
Did learn the truth when all was gone.