Golden Years
Too damaged to try
to love again.
Too old to take one
to the chin.
I have a strong
aversion.
Don't want A
temporary person.
The golden years
and I'm alone.
Don't have much to
call my own.
I'm here by the choices
I made.
I'm here, it's the price
I paid.
I would change it
if I could.
A do-over,
Yes, I would.
Peculiar how life
works out.
It's pouring rain
Or in a drought.
Side by side,
You ascend.
It's just you,
In the end.
Who knows what
Tomorrow brings.
Who knows I might
find my wings.
In the darkest times,
comes the brightest
lights.
You learn to soar
when you're scared
Of heights.
TURBO1904?
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2023
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