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.
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nancy akbari (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Of course my poem reflects my depression. My friend\\\'s all say I should go out and DO SOMETHING! But I don\\\'t want to and anyway I spend time taking care of my husband. Actually, the only thing I like doing (other than socializing which I still like to do) is write!
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Hi Nancy!
Some days I feel exactly
what your poem describes!
Only difference...
You take care of your husband
and I take care of my mom!
Welcome to the golden years!
~Laura~
Thanks for your comment, Laura. Hope your Mom stays well.
Nancy
Great poem! Very heartfelt! Loved how you wrote. Like tepo, I can't wait for your next poem!--Christina
Thanks Christina. haven't looked at your poems yet but certainly will do !
Nancy
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