My life is great – consider the bookends. I was spoiled as a child and currently enjoying retirement. In between, it hasn’t exactly been a Disneyesque fairy tale. Without going into detail, I’ve had my share of ups and downs. It’s some of the darker moments that I reflect on in this poem:

On The Mend

I was sad,
And felt depressed.
My life put through,
It’s greatest test.

At last some hope,
I could depend.
After losing,
My best friend.

I felt alone,
No one to care.
Dealt a hand,
That wasn’t fair.

Dreadful thoughts,
Filled my head.
But chose the path,
Of promise instead.

A bright future,
Shines ahead.
When I once thought,
I’m better off dead.

A stronger me,
No more dark days.
I feel the warmth,
Of the sun’s rays.

I have to admit,
I saw the end.
Then found my way,
I’m on the mend.

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