The Reality..

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