Making the Best of Life
I am a captive of choices
I have made.
No tears remain; I’ve shed them all.
I live afraid
of years ahead, when darkness falls
on ailing eyes.
My step has slowed, the aches and pains
are with me till my long days end,
as they have been
for countless years. There’s no relief
from wisest men.
But I will walk my destined path
assured that God
is watching every step I take
though it be flawed.
Jean, at 82, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org