Life - Life Has Worn Me Down Poem by Paul Warren

I do not feel the real deal
Now I need some time to heal
There are rusty chinks in my armour
That has opened for others to savour

As I am weary do I put down my sword
And give to others what will be my final word
I feel it is time to strike up the band
But recovery should be the first vital plan

I look back through those times in years gone by
When it seemed that I would reach for the sky
But the storm of life has worn me down
All I want is for my life to be a happy sound.

© Paul Warren Poetry