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Catherine Jacobi Poem
Dont worry? Easier said than done.
Trust me it's not a bit of fun.
Days and nights consumed by thought
Of the troubles the last day has brought.
I'm scared if I don't , things won't get done right.
So I struggle each day as my brain picks a fight.
A constant reminder of each days struggles.
To live in a world where theres always problems to juggle.
Being content in life is easy for me.
It's the simple little things that won't let me be.
I have a great husband, a good job and a car.
My life has been pretty lucky thus far.
But will my brain leave me alone?
It's a real nag like a constant ringing phone.
So of course not, you see?
I think there's just something wrong with me.
Copyright © Catherine Jacobi | Year Posted 2007
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Catherine Jacobi Poem
So pure, So precious, So pretty
That little girl I used to be
The innocence with all it's glory
Why did these things go in such a hurry?
My purity and innocence lost
Never to return, not even for a cost
Frozen in time forever more
Mere images sketched in my brain galore.
More wrinkles with age
My prettiness fades
Forever in my poor mind where it fixtures
Beauty only caught in pictures.
Wish I could get back what will never be forgotten
I do think about this ever so often
But the memories of age have made all this of worth
So I'll leave the past behind and keep moving forth.
Copyright © Catherine Jacobi | Year Posted 2007
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