Crisda Rodrigues

Crisda Rodriguez My fleet of cars included high end wheels Now I drive them not. Helped by someone to wheel me around Driving is now forgot. Wardrobe full of designer wears Valuables in my vault, Now, I'm wrapped in a piece of cloth Nurses attend my call. Money, plenty stored in banks; earned Through few working years, With laughter, work, fun and toil No tissue for my tears. House is a mansion adorned with art Crystals from round the globe, Left behind for this single room With a bed and hospital robe. Salon, I frequented; makeover my hair Prided its delicate touch, Time has changed, my head's now bald Not a style I loved so much. From five star to five star, I'd move my days To dine or celebrate, Now, I'm moved from bed to lab Back again to isolate. Private jets with ease I flew From place of work to home, Then a holiday on a cruise enjoy But now I frequent the dome. Nothing matters: no not wealth, delight, Good times, pomp and fame,