By Jo-Ann Lucas
some of us have kids and worry where they are even when they grow up
some of us don’t and wish we did and worry about who we are
some of us have hot flashes and long for our periods
some of us bleed profusely wondering if it is ever going to end
some of us have said goodbye to our parents a long time ago
some of us wish the pain would end for our aging parents so they can say goodbye
some of us have loved and lost and found love again
some of us have never found love
some of us are on the downhill spiral of employment longing for retirement
some of us have no choice and have to start the job hunt again
some of us have yet to find out what we want to be when we grow up
some of us are discovering what we want to be now that we are grown up.
some of us are no longer here
some of us wish we were no longer here
some of us are just surviving here
some of us are so happy to be here
Yes, this is mid life…..or is it a mid life crisis…..
Category: Poetry