Lately nothing seems to comfort her.
A life crisis, she is for sure.
She's uncomfortable
in her own skin.
Somedays she wished to go back,
where she's already been.
How can this be!
My birthday suit is to big,
and no longer fits me.
My pipes they leak
and my bones they creak!
I can hardly hear
or for that matter see!
Oh my! What's become of me?
When I look in the mirror,
a stranger, stares back at me..
Lord,
When did I fade from my own memory?
I am captive, in an unfamiliar body,
with a wreck less spirit that longs to be free.
When in reality, nothing can change my destiny
Woe, oh woe, oh woe, is me..
I must face it,
I am an old lady.
Those I love,
I am blessed, they still love me.
That alone should make me happy!
But all I do,
is wallow, in self pity.
As I mourn what use to be!
And at what cost,
will it all be,
If I never find comfort, in what's left of me!
"What's left of me" didn't look so bad
Heck I might be old, but honey.. I ain't dead!
I'm going to count each blessing, as they come
and live these days, with those I love
In the comfort of my family and friends
At a place
I am sure
I've already been
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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