Why

Why am I still here? It is not clear Most of my friends are dead, Or in a nursing home bed. I have not thought of this before, Until I saw Old father time at my bedroom door Last night, Was it because I could not sleep, This ancient man took a peep, Into my private bedroom, Thinking that I had met my doom. Not yet, oh ancient one, Have patience my time has not yet come, When it does, I am sure. It will not be your gloomy face, I see at Heaven's door. Take your staff and go away. There is no need for you to stay.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/23/2021 1:45:00 AM

I love the way you have empowered yourself in this poem. This is a classic!

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 10/24/2021 12:31:00 AM

I expect you feel much the same as I, as you age the time seems to go faster and faster, and your body wants to slow down causing frustration because you still feel a girl inside(if you avoid all mirrors)