Memories from Before
Drowning in memories of times before,
when my precious girls were little,
and I was adord.
I know when I fell happy,
I just need to wait a minute more,
because happiness never stays,
when pain slams me to the floor.
This life has nothing left for me,
except sadness and feeling alone.
How could this have been the plan?
Lost in memories of times when I had so much more.
No more tucking the little ones into bed,
no more kisses and " I love you's " to be said.
Looking into the mirror,
seeing an old lady begin to appear.
No use in dying my grey hair,
all the wrinkle make it clear.
My life has already been lived,
no one needs anything I have left to give.
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