Each morning

The reflection is more faded,

The eyes less clear,

The stress-wrinkles deeper,

The throat saggier

And the teeth more rotten.


I ask:  What was it all for?

To end up like this?


Parents and sons dead,

Friends lost,

Alone and poor of pocket

And spirit.


A birthday to be uncelebrated

Is only two weeks and three days off.

I wonder if I will see it

Come and go.


I’ve been feeling ill


As though

I’m coming down with



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2 responses to “Wondering….

  1. That is actually a very good poem, although if there was something I could say to lift your spirit, I would do it in a heartbeat. I can tell you I hear you, and I feel for you.

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