Wearing a Mask
Why do I think I'm as strong as I used to be That doesn't make any sense to me. My mind seems to be willing and ready But I can't stand straight or remain steady. I act like I'm going to complete the task But I'm so good at wearing this mask. People see this man who seems so agile But I'm elderly, feeble, and fragile. I wish I could tell you that I am very able But I would be lying and telling a fable. It's so hard to tell you the whole truth Your help, your pity, I sincerely refuse. I'm not an invalid or a handicapped man So I hope that you will try to understand. My heydays are gone and I need to recognize My body is limited but I'm not paralyzed. I
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I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...
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