When I Was Young
Life was good life, kind now life is blinded by struggle

When I Was Young
When I was young
I laughed without checking the price
I walked streets without counting the steps
no one watched my hands
no one cared if I slept
I ate when I was hungry
not when the system allowed
I spoke and was heard
not filed, not flagged, not drowned
I had shoes with holes
and still ran like hell
because I could
because it didn’t hurt
Now I drag mornings behind me
like old bins down broken roads
I sign forms for nothing
I get numbers for help
and wait in rooms
where nothing moves but time
I was young once
it was messy, yes
but it was mine
Now I survive
I tick boxes
I nod, I wait
I struggle to stay alive
and nobody sees me fade
Take me back to those good old days

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (3)
I think we all think this way from time to time.
Sad but true, Marie
This is heartbreaking. So many people of advanced age feel lonely and are neglected in the modern world.