Old Poem by Aaron Dacey

Smooth skin, new
smell, soft food, with
not a worry in the world…
Those were the days.
Excited birthdays, fun
christmas’s, toys
galore, never alone…
Those were the days.
Clothes, shoes, boys,
schools boring, only
worry is what will I wear…
Those were the days.
Independent, strong,
cars, prime of my life,
do I love him? ...
Those were the days.
Wrinkly, alone, immobile,
will I be here tomorrow? ...
This is today.