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How, What, Where and Why?
I asked myself why am I so depressed?
And why can’t I get out of bed?
Do I think I need to find a shrink?
What’s going on inside my fucking head?!
Why don’t I care if I brush my hair?
Why don’t I still like to have sex?
How come I was so stupid to lose my home?
How come I blamed that on my ex?
Why does my mind think I’m still 35?
How come I hate to look at myself in the mirror?
Has time always flown this fast?
Is getting old something I will always fear?
What happened to all my friends I once had?
Where did everyone disappear to?
Will I wake up alive tomorrow morning?
Is this why I feel so fucking blue?
Why do our bodies have to break down?
Who the fuck named this our golden years?
Why has all my ambition gone out the door?
Why am I crying about this - all these tears?
How many good years do I have left to live?
Better yet, how am I going to die?
And why is death such a scary thing?
Is there a Heaven or is it another big lie?
What would happen to my dog if I died?
Will all my artwork get tossed away?
Will someone throw away my ashes in the trash??
These are some of the reasons I’m not feeling okay.
And why can’t I get out of bed?
Do I think I need to find a shrink?
What’s going on inside my fucking head?!
Why don’t I care if I brush my hair?
Why don’t I still like to have sex?
How come I was so stupid to lose my home?
How come I blamed that on my ex?
Why does my mind think I’m still 35?
How come I hate to look at myself in the mirror?
Has time always flown this fast?
Is getting old something I will always fear?
What happened to all my friends I once had?
Where did everyone disappear to?
Will I wake up alive tomorrow morning?
Is this why I feel so fucking blue?
Why do our bodies have to break down?
Who the fuck named this our golden years?
Why has all my ambition gone out the door?
Why am I crying about this - all these tears?
How many good years do I have left to live?
Better yet, how am I going to die?
And why is death such a scary thing?
Is there a Heaven or is it another big lie?
What would happen to my dog if I died?
Will all my artwork get tossed away?
Will someone throw away my ashes in the trash??
These are some of the reasons I’m not feeling okay.
Published 27th Oct 2018
Author's Note
The pic is me 59 years ago. I’m getting old and realized, if I’m lucky, I may have 10 short years left to live. I enjoy life – through the good times and the bad. There’s so many things I still want to do and not enough time left to do them all. Life is so fucking short. Too short. Savor every minute and live life like there’s no tomorrow. Because in a blink of an eye, say 20 years from now, if you read my poem today, you will find yourself saying “now I understand!” “She was right!” And I will be gone by then or will be 81 years old. Sad but true.
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31st Oct 2018 3:34am
I'm getting on myself amiga
and I don't ask those questions anymore...
sometimes I wake up late at night...
but not to worry... made a list of all tose things to do
I'll get them all one by one
one by one is more like fun...
get just one thing every day
and screw worrying... get one thing done... and you're a success. hugs, Ely,
and I don't ask those questions anymore...
sometimes I wake up late at night...
but not to worry... made a list of all tose things to do
I'll get them all one by one
one by one is more like fun...
get just one thing every day
and screw worrying... get one thing done... and you're a success. hugs, Ely,
