Truth Be Told

I've been disabled for many years

and I've cried my share of tears.

Now, I'm getting older

and though my spirit is bolder,

my body is becoming more frail;

on that path to when it will fail.

My body feels like a stranger to me,

a most disconcerting state of mind to be.

All the pills I have to take

for my health's sake,

are costing more and more,

each time I buy them at the store.

I think back to the energy of time's long past,

my younger years that flew so fast.

Now, to get up and get dressed,

feels like a very difficult test,

when I'm in my p.j.'s in my room

and it's already well past noon.

I admit I feel extremely worn out

and my weight is a bit more stout.

Truth be told, when it comes to that long, final rest,

I think it will be for the best. 

Author's Note

Just feeling the energy draining out of me, a balloon losing all its air.

Reviews

[Woody]

Oh my! Do I sense dispair, here? Someone giving up? I hope not. i belive life is worth fighting for till the bitter end. Nicely penned though. I like it.
Have faith my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Truth be told, when it comes to that long, final rest,
I think it will be for the best. "
I don't know my friend. Sometime we must live for others. I didn't want a long life. Pain and weak body frighten me. Today my kids need me alive. We must do our best. I work a young man job. I keep the family afloat. A powerful poem my friend. We can't give in. Don't let the devil make you feel you are less. You are something.
Coyote

[Barbara Walker]

You're right, my friend. I think I was able to make it through so much in the past because my grandchildren needed me here for them. When you have a purpose, it truly helps you keep on truckin'. But, oh, the weaker days make you feel weak in so many ways! Thank you!

[Craig2591]

It sounds very hard and difficult. You've expressed it well.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you Craig