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I think it would be nice

 To be just happy
 Living on my own
 I have been someone
 Partner way to long.
 First my husband
 And. That was ok
 I grew depended on him
 And again that was ok
 I was his wife
 But I seem to disappear
 In my own life.
 Then after my husband death
 I moved in with mom and dad
 Again not living on my own
 I grew depended on them
 And they did me
 As they both got much 
 More ill you see.
 Sadly mama passed
 Now it been 3 more years since
 I still not lived on my own
 I now live with my sister
 When I use to live in Pa.
 I missed her
 But now it seem somethings
 I get to much of her
 And her me.
 We should not be living 
 Together you see.
 I still not living alone
 On my own.
 It would be grand it would
 Be wise.
 If money aloud to finally
 Have my own place
 To sit looking out my own
 Window at different things outside.
 Perhaps I am not thinking clear
 Maybe I would be lonely living alone
 while rolling
 Down my cheek a tear.
 For being independent
 Is a fear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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