It gets hard at this stage of life.
Society says that I should be one way,
But that's not so for me.
Late bloomer I've been all of my life.
I move at a different pace.
Always my milestones, accomplishments, and endeavors
Come late for me.
Never thought much about it, until now.
It has finally caught up with me.
Now that I want to do things.
Live life to the fullest.
Everyone else is busy with responsibilities and daily toils.
At first, it seemed like a negative,
But now, it's wonderful.
No weight to tie me down.
I can live life to the fullest.
I am happy-go-lucky.
Do what I want to do.
When I want to.
It's a really good thing.
The money is mine to be spent on me
Or on whomever I deem worthy.
I answer to God and no one else.
I use common sense of course,
But still I go when I feel it
And reappear when I feel it.
It's a good life.
My success is not predicated on what society says.
Because if the truth be told,
I could be baby less
And my husband in jail for having made me baby less.
Thank you, God.
Intervention in the person of my father.
So when I think of my state in life,
I can smile proudly and say,
"Don't worry about me."
"My life is in my hands,"
"And I have my hands IN GOD'S HANDS!"
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Inspiration behind this poemLabels: 2002, Emotions, Life, Love, Memories |
