David Walker Poet Free verse

And On Bad Days

And On Bad Days
David J Walker

What is it with me this morning  
My insides seem infected 
with my worst fears. 

I know it’s in my head
 but it feels more in my heart

As I look in the mirror
And see an old man
Whom I no longer recognize

Whose decorations of the past
Are fading and falling from 
His chest

I remember when I could run
With the best 
And had no fear of the future

That invited me and loved
The beauty of my youth

And now I refused to keep a 
Clock or a calendar and have
Canceled the paper and mail

I talk to my friends who are dead
Because they are the only ones who
Understand me 

I am trying to remember when it
Was my goal to grow old

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Darlene De Beaulieu November 5, 2020 at 3:14 PM Hello David Walker, No one has a goal to grow old. Age is just a number. It is what you feel on the inside. that counts. Enjoy your evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu November 6, 2020 at 8:45 AM Hello David Walker, we all have our bad days. I like your style of poetry. Enjoy your day my friend. David Walker November 6, 2020 at 2:16 AM Thank you Darlene. I try to write honestly. Some days are just bad days.