What Is My Life Worth To Me Poem by claire delap

What is my life worth to me
Not very much from what I can see
Once a mother and now they have gone
Once a wife and a girl friend and they didn’t last long
I look out the window and I see around
The people they have all changed
My life was once an open book
The pages were crisp and new
But life has battered the pages
What else is one to do
Life is a sign of living they say
Living is the here and the now