Then She Young Now I Old Poem by me poet yeps poet

She then and now

WHEN I was young...
she made tea and coffee for me

now when my hands shake
she yells at me

can't you even add sugar properly
now she is training me

old age is a curse
we all depend not on poetic verse

but on times gone worse
from a sparking skin
to wrinkles

when she did smile
I had tears of joy
now as I grow old
she toys for words
why don't now come tears

she loves me still
but says
when will you go
you are now too old
suffering untold
my new bf says
push him

where? ? ?
he stares