Connie Moore Poet Rhyme

The Me That Was

"Me" That Was 
 
 
Sometimes I Think My Life Is Bad 
And There's No Sense in Going on 
Now Some May Think That Sad 
But Somehow I'm Just Mostly Gone 
 
I'm Not the Way I Used to Be 
The Smile I Wore on My Face 
Was Honest and True and Really Me 
But the Me That Was Is Now Erased 
 
I Have Looked Most Everywhere 
Clear to the Depths of My Soul 
But the Me That Was Just Isn't There 
I Am Not Altogether Whole 
 
The Fragments of Me I Find 
Are Jagged and Unevenly Cut 
But Somewhere Deep in My Mind 
There's an Answer Without a "But" 
 
The Question I Have Is Honest and Fair 
Who Am I Now and Why 
There Has to Be an Answer   
 And to the Me That Was...Do I Say Goodbye? 
 
 
Connie Moore 
12 15 92

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