Mechanic Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

Mechanic

De ja vu.

Things happen sometimes that have happened before.

Find a way through.

Not all destiny paths lead to the same finale.

Life improves with age, but always slowly, gradually.

I am not as young as I used to be.

I am not the same version of me.

I improve with age, fading every day.

I am not your remedy, but we could find a way.

I self-repair with your care.

I need your help as well.

I know what I need and just like air,

I float along giving life to all who I can tell.

Help me to help you out of your Hell,

So just like you I can repair.

Fay Slimm. February 9th, 2020 07:13
A good example of staying as young as we feel A.A. - I like the words "self-repair" which is always easier with someone who cares - - good read.

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.