slow breathing sponge poem
A slow breathing sponge
kicking the curb
with her head hung down..
a worn out brain
a tired old body
today i just turned 34...
hand me a cane
lend me your walker
wheel me around in your chair..
i feel so old
i used to be young
today i just found a Grey hair :0
my life's half over
or so it feels..
my aches and pains they rise...
i want to grow young
go backwards in time
be thin .. take off my disguise...
i want to feel good, breath easy, be happy
be comfortable wearing my clothes..
and all the while i simply deny
my problems as big as it is..
it just seems so easy ..
it's Only food..
but this change is the hardest i bear..
i want to succeed before i get older..
i want to live life with a flair..