I fear many things in this life
It's not a heart attack for a man with a bad heart
Nor is it falling down and not getting up
I fear I'm going to think myself to death
Too many bad thoughts and memories
Plague me, keeping me up at night
Stressing things I can't change
Just picking up the pieces on the ground
I am a few months away from retirement
I ask myself what am I going to do
I'm dead to my step sons and grandchildren
But I have my son and my 2 grandsons
I'm afraid I won't see them enough
Will they ever know me
I fear they won't but I'm making an effort
I can't wait to see them again
I'm so afraid I'll focus in the negativity of all that's lost
When I should treasure what I still have
I always had different plans for my retirement years
I fear growing old and miserable
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