Again Today?
I stepped into that dark abyss of
depression…
mind a whirl, memory confused,
pain, worry, stress.
Tears of regret for time poorly spent.
Now that most of my years are gone,
what’s my excuse for carrying on?
"Tired of living, feared of dying."
Ah! La Vie en Rose!
Oh! Where are those rose colored glasses
I used to wear?
Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003
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