All Is Well Poem by Linda Harnett

Though words of wisdom sometimes leave me cold,
Reluctant now and then to face the fact,
I’m holding on and time is growing old,
It tiptoed softly when I turned my back,

Another day, a week, a month, a year,
Will take me ever nearer to the end,
Then new beginnings tempered with a fear,
Of failure, inability to mend,

And sometimes scared of what may come to pass,
Yet ever knowing what will be, will be,
I see an image in the looking glass,
And wonder, is this woman really me?

Reluctant now and then to take control,
And fearful I may never reach my goal.