Get A Grip Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Haven't solved the world's problems
as yet, haven't made peace with age
or the strange emptiness now the kids
are leaving the nest, feeling lost and
lonely, angry and bereft

Yet tonight I am going to make the best
of what life still has left, forget my fear
that ecstatic moments will present an
unbearable contrast to the general
alienation I feel everywhere

Grew up feeling hostile and rejected,
surely the latest bout of depression
will come to an end sometime, once
I get a grip on a wonderful mind as
expressed by the authors

I adore so much I shall go ahead,
full throttle, happily accepting my
enforced existence - once born,
we have to carry on…