She was once
Vibrant, young
Face and eyes shining
With life’s expectations
What has happened to her?
To completely destroy
Her zest, her joy
Grey faced
Dull, sad eyes
Mouth down turned
She plods along
Completely
Demoralized
Where is her core
Where is her soul?
I slouch, coffee cup in hand
Yawning, wondering what’s the use
Why not creep back in bed
It’s warm relaxing there?
I hear the early roar of cars
The whoosh of tires in rain
The bleak grey sky trembles
And flings a deluge again
It’s uninviting up to-day
If I stay pen in hand
Who will read these lines anyway?
No! Persevere I say
The poem is for you, your soul
The reading’s only incidental!
