About To Give In
On the jetty I sat
With a tsunami of gloom
Washing my emotions.
As passers-by became never minds
And as snickering folks became
As yellow as yolks
From a cracked egg of no shame,
I was about to give in.
On the cruise ship pier I sat,
In likeness to the boats that gave in to the waves of joy.
Washed with the waters that have sunk many before,
I swayed my feet in an ebb and flow motion.
It was the day before,
But then again the Alzheimer's was telling me
It was a month ago
My friends of steel betrayed me
And my investment of time, blood, sweat and tears
Became my moment of death.
With very little hesitation,
I took a leap of faith,
Picked myself up,
And dusted off the misery of yesterday
And became who, what and why I am today.
I was about to give in.
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