SICK OF BEING SICK
SICK OF BEING SICK.
Once, when I was young and healthy
and maybe relatively wealthy,
I liked to think that I was wise
and could potential maximise.
Those were the days when I felt good
and I undoubtedly withstood
the pressures that life put on me
and I was free to some degree.
Those were the days as I recall
there was nothing so big or small
that slowed me down or held me back
from keeping my life right on track.
Those were the days, which now long gone
are what my life was based upon.
Fond memories within my mind
when life was sweet, and life was kind.
That was a time, as man and boy
I had no pain, so could enjoy
whatever my life had in store
I would take part and want some more.
But over time, I have become
both weak and sick and overcome
by all those ailments of old age
which are forcing me to disengage.
At first, I was resilient
and would not be subservient
to all the pain and suffering
that old-age was now offering.
But as my world turns upside-down
this chronic sickness drags me down
and though I know it’s so pathetic
I’m simply sick of being sick.
B. Withers 2019