This little life of mine,
Can it change in a blink?
It makes me pine,
And drives me to the brink.
Nothing to show for the years,
There is just painful sorrow,
Comparison with ones’ peers,
No hope left for the morrow.
One after another follows,
I am left picking pieces,
In the dark and dreary hollows,
Misery just increases.
Tension in the mind,
Eats away day-by-day,
I am on a quest to find,
Some peace and make it stay.
A weak moment, when health issues of a loved one were worrying; now slowly and surely positive signs are seen,
another award winning piece.
ReplyDeletekeep rocking.