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I have done many things for the wrong reasons,
And many wrongs thinking the reasons were right.
Once I was strong with clear insight.
Now age is my foe
I know I falter physically and mentally,
Enough to know I exasperate those who love me,
Who, because they love, forgive my fragility.
A failing memory,
An aching body,
An inability to cope
With the changes which have
Become a slippery slope.
There are those who need me to be strong and clear sighted
And I am benighted with fear that I will fail.
Aging is inevitable and I cannot rail against time.
They ask how I am.
I say "I'm fine".
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