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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Writing · #1395016

Some days are better than others


TURBULENCE

As the years go by and I grow more weak,
it is the ending of life for which I now seek.
My step is slower, I crave the silent rest,
I have become a burden to those loved best.

Life for me is no longer worth the living,
I'm tired of trying, of working, of giving.
I really thought that when I was older
I'd be able to handle it like a soldier.

There is so much turbulence in my life
and you cannot imagine the pain and strife.
The ones I raised with care and pride
now tend to turn away, and will not abide

an old woman's remarks, not meant to pry,
they look at me now with a jaundiced eye.
Part of me wants to shout so they will hear
that I'm still alive, let me make that clear!

And then there is a part of me that quietly
gives in to their wishes, just let me be -
The night grows dark, yet I see the light
that will lead me away, I shall die tonight.

As the years go by and I grow more weak,
it is the ending of life for which I now seek.
My step is slower, I crave the silent rest,
I have become a burden to those loved best.

Countrymom
2/29/08







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