Going Up the Hill of Life
My head hurts my body aches my bones are falling apart. Im losing my mind. Ive lost all
sense of who i am. But im still me who thats is I dont know. Im still alive im walking,
talking, thinking for myself. Taking care of me the who I am. So all in all i have alot
to be thankful for God, my kids, family, and even me. I might be going down that long
bumpy hill but im not down there yet. I still got a ways to go. So I need to take one
day at a time and live each day like at anyday now I could end up at the bottom of the
hill. Or I could be stuck in the middle of the hill not going up nor down so i take each
day not knowing if Im going up or down or stay where Im at on the hill of life.
Copyright © Michelle Bevins | Year Posted 2005
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