Why are the birds chirping at night?
Why is everything not quite right?
My vision has been blurry.
Should I worry?
Things that once bothered me I take in stride.
Am I here inside?
All things seem on hold.
Am I Getting old?
Smooth legs and Doctor Who.
Yet nothing to really to do.
My new fascination with DOS.
Was there a loss? Am I lost?
Time will tell. No longer in hell.
No one to help. No one in sight.
Still, I cry at night.
It could be worse, I must confess.
Still a burden on my chest.
I feel loved and needed.
Though warnings went unheeded.
At times, I do my best.
I’ll enjoy the love, and ignore the rest.