by Bob retired
A positive look forward where life is being cruel.
In the past I have been so fortunate
I risked all to see what was there.
I’ve dealt with my trials and traumas;
perhaps more than my fair share.
I knocked on death’s door at times,
but he must have been away
‘cause I still live here at home
looking forward to each new day.
My twilight years are painful
as my love is not with me,
she’s lying in a nursing home,
where her spirit is not free.
But, for all the trials and traumas
hope is never far away
and I look forward with great pleasure
to the time she’s home to stay.
She has been to hell and back,
still suffering in many ways.
I think she has earned the right
to a life with happier days.
There’ll always be a tomorrow,
Either kind or otherwise,
I expect there’ll be no changes,
but I hope for a happy surprise.