nancy akbari

Alive But Not Living

 

 

 

This is not a love poem

Nor is it of  hate

This poem is about indifference

About how I can\'t relate

 

I know because I live it.  

No purpose in my life.

I  make no more commitments

45 years of working was enough

 

I know it used to feel  good

How interesting everything was

Happy doing the job I had

Feeling alive, feeling a buzz.

 

Of course I knew everyone dies

But with many years ahead

No end light could I see

When I\'d want to hang my weary head

.

Life does not go by too fast

It  passed fine,  just  right.

But approaching 70 with no passion in my heart

I now can see the light

 

Without deadlines placed on me

From the outside world of work

Left of  to my own devices,

It can always wait.

 

So here I write about it.

I\'m  alive but I\'m not living.

Just  staying the course of my old age

So that\'s what I am doing.