Blue Aging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life has become such a burden, but one I wouldn't do
without, even though it's so difficult to exist or be
anymore.
Poverty has struck with it's evil delivery, taking
away everything I used to have or do.
Reasoning abounds to stay in bed and never wake again
this side of life.
Tattered remnants of what I used to be lie broken and
yellowed with age.
Nothing seems to help or aid these feelings when they
take over, so I write them out, hoping to feel better
after a while.
Aging is so blue, so tiring at such a young age, but
it allows the future to become now as I experience
it's effects on my body and brain.
Becoming a blip in the universe, I fall into
imagination's bliss and live out of it, just to be
able to exist and be with family.

(9: 35 a.m. - 7/11/06)