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In A World Of My Own
I'm in a world of my own, That no one really shares, Lonely thoughts of life ahead, That says no one will care.
Lonely are the years we'll see, When all are gone away, We'll sit in a rocker by a widow, as though we're on display.
Every once in a while, We'll chuckle at a thought, And smile as someone greets us, While in our chair aloan we rock.
Some days will be dark and grey, Others will seem so bright, Nothing will seem as they once were, never again will things seem right.
No one to hold us in their arms, Or wipe the tears we will cry, No one to comfort us from fear, No one will bother to try.
All alone in our own little world, To make a life so we may live on, The days filled with dark and gloomy, You know deep inside this is wrong.
The life that we once knew and loved, has somehow been taken away, Leaving us to live a life of gloom, Leading our lives astray.
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don't want to come to any conclusions nor do I wish to impose myself on my children to take care of me, to feed me by hand, to wipe me when accidents occur, i dont want them to hate as a burden
just hope they don't forget me in the nursing home.....
come to think of it, I pray it don't get to that point
William
And I want to wish Phyllis Jean Green an early HAPPY BIRTHDAY and wish you the best for the New Year...Health,Wealth and Happiness to all.
Love you sis
Selena
be alone!
I will be 75 on the 19th, and i know where you are coming from. Can't tell you how many friends and relatives have passed' many others are beyond help in the physical, and too often the mental, sense. Plus I have a tendency to hole up, being as passionate as I am about writing. But we have to keep reaching out.
To people of all ages and with all kinds of backgrounds and interests. . .right? Can't get out, we can take advantage of e-mail and the Internet.
Perhaps the poem is not strictly autobiographical--? I have written many fictional poems in the first person. Lends immediacy, among other pluses.
Like to know more! To know you better!!
Any chance?
Love,
'Pea'
Sanja xo
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
But the poem tells us much more, of cries never cried, of smiles never given, of fears crawling out of the age corners, of gloom leading our lives astry...and then again, telling us to age graciously.
Georg
We'll chuckle at a thought,
And smile as someone greets us,
While in our chair aloan we rock.
I love the picture you give of chuckling at a thought. You have put so many thoughts on paper to show us that you have such a creative mind. Besides, I can't believe there won't be many who will "greet" you while you rock alone. (btw - aren't those typos hard to see?)
Larry
hugs
Fee
Love,
ET
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo...My heart goes out to you
God bless you. Kathy