Simple Joys

By , Naperville, IL
Simple joys, like babies and lips
Are out of my reach
Even a cushy diaper
Won’t cushion boney hips

Sometimes I wonder
The worth of it all
I’m not making the choice;
Lightening before thunder

My arms look thin
But they are strong
My face is gaunt
My eyes have rims

I cannot walk so far
My breath is short
My hair is sparse
It’s in the car

Wasting away
Everything
Nothing
Thin





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