Like the little teapot,
That was short and stout,
I had the bad tendency
To pour my whole soul out.
I gave to everyone who asked,
And forgot about taking care of myself.
But to have anything to give to others,
One must focus on their own health.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: a poem or prose in exactly 48 words, using the prompt Teapot.