LIFE ASSESSMENT
I wish I had the insight,To write from the other side.
It's not possible to do that,
Unless of course you've died.
Miss walking on cobbled streets,
Feeling pebbles beneath my feet.
A meandering walk across the downs,
Listening to the woodland sounds.
The smell of fresh grown brier,
Marshmallows cooking in a fire.
To go swimming in the open sea,
All of this is exhilarating to me.
Now I'm passed my sell by date,
Been feeling tired just of late.
My walk of life has lost its child.
Crossing a road I feel happy;
If I can make it to the other side.
I've lost the will for a bike ride,
Even my car has lost its drive.
It's tyres are too tired to be alive,
To go out for a Sunday drive.
So down to hospital for a MOT,
They all shake their head.
As they smile and look at me,
I often wonder what do they see.
For how can they see how you feel,
Your in hospital so they know your ill.
All my given life I've been a grafter,
I'm only asking for one single day;
To be wrapped in comfort and looked after.
This is a lonely carers wish of sleeping instead,
Waking worn-out making all breakfast in bed.
With fizzy drinks and teas carried on tired legs,
I stop to eat my grool and to drink my coffee dregs.
If you're a carer you know how it is, it's never bliss.
Looking after loved ones you never complain.
Even when you yourself are in such pain,
If I had a second life I'd do it all again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-02 at 00:38
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