A Little Older
hands are creviced
My hair has peppered
The nights are long – anxiety
Alone, Lonely
Friends have passed on
Children grown and living their lives
Visit less
My sadness hangs heavy
I walk in the dark
Delight in unforgettable memories
My partner took their last breath
Illness is so cruel
I wish I had gone first
Coffee with a friend
Brief moments cheer me
Home to emptiness
Vacant hours
Solitudeness is not meditative
Depression My face looks brave
Could I have changed its course?
Dreams and hopes have passes Where to now?
I am finite How to find meaning?
The years have slipped away All these course and activities
I never noticed Yet still the void
Anger and hurt wells in my heart No one told me I would feel like this
Life’s trajectory I wasn’t prepared
