One Day

While you sit there at the table

Always sitting at the table . . .

My annoyance grows and grows

But yet I know

One day you'll be gone

No more sitting at the table

Making noises that annoy me

No more being here at all.

One day

everything

I love and care about

will be gone.

As you stand there yelling at me

Always yelling at me . . .

Once again my feelings shattered

Through it all, I know,

One day you'll be gone

No more yelling at me

No more vicious words fired at me

No more being here at all.

One day

everything

I love and care about

will be gone.

As I sit here writing verses

Always writing verses

Pondering circles that keep on spinning

Still I know

One day I'll be gone

No more writing silly verses

No more thinking around in circles

No more being . . . at all

One day

everything

including me

will be gone.

thank you lightworker. you are always sooo sweet)

You do have a way of capturing 'the truth' Ecilia. I think 'the truth' is everything.

Thanks Robin. Kinda harsh, I suppose. My cat just had to be put down and it got me thinking dark thoughts

Chuck, You summed up my life. I have octogenarian, ocd, narcissistic parents, one who I am living with who is also going senile but thinks he is omnipotent. He's the one at the table (he's also aspergers). The mother is the verbally abusive one, from whom I have to keep a distance. My pets have always been the only stable "creatures" in my life, other than my son. Enough whining!

Hugs with rainbow colors...just what I needed! Thank you:)

Thanks, Chuck! Kindness accepted here!

Gone, but never to be forgotten!