Where Is My Heaven? Poem by Adrienne Crawford

Where is my heaven?
As days turn into months and weeks.
And you seek to find
A peace of mind
In this trying time.
Your life passing before your eyes.
You see the hours thru a prism.
The colors bent and you remember
This past September
When leaves fell
And you could tell the winter was coming.
The misspent days of your youth
In truth you were a wild one.
At that time
Your prime no longer shining.
Only the winding down.
And you frown at the oatmeal
Set before you at morn.
And you scorn it
Cause it needs some raisins or honey
Or something to pep it up.
Yup, let's sup on something else.
The doc will never know
But for sure it will show.
On your body.
Nothing a hot toddy
Can't take care of,
Love.