Sometimes I long for How It Used To Be,
Those days moving easily,
playing pool at night, living foot loose n' fancy free,
these days I find none of the above.
All I find is pain and endless suffering.
Difficult to walk, move, and sometime breath,
Brings me many times to my knees,
Will I ever return to normal life?
No nice vacations on the Florida coast,
I am chicken in the rotisserie that's begun to roast,
The heat in my nerves, fires unconditionally,
while my body is cold, fragile an disfunctioning,
I want one that includes a pursuit of happiness.
but the ungratification of pain continues,
it splashes across my back, my life, and soul.
Life was so much better back then...
Oh, how I long for How It Used To Be!
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Book / War and Military
Short Story / Historical Fiction
Poem / Romance
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