I'm Only Seven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about an elderly woman who has Dementia

Submitted: November 22, 2009

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I'M Only Seven. (C) 2003. written by Wingchunmopsy.

All I want to do Is go outside & play? Have a swing for a Little while, Only 10 minutes. These people won’t let me. Won’t let me go out & play. I don’t know these people, Not at all. They just keep me inside, Just like a prisoner. I’m quite sure that I didn’t Do anything bad. I’ve always been A good child. Why wont they let me, Outside to play? I won’t run away, Just some time To have a swing. They say maybe tomorrow, Or we’ll see. They have no time for me. Too busy with their own lives. They keep me locked Away in my room, Why? They tell me I’m 65. Me 65, yeah right, I’m only 7. I look in the mirror. An old wrinkly face Stares back at me. Oh my God, I’m old! As old as my parents. What happened? Where did the years go? I’m only 7! I’m only 7! That person in the mirror Is not me. I’m only 7!!!


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