I'm sitting in my lonely room,
With thoughts that are steeped in gloom.
My life seems almost over now.
It went by so quickly, I don't know how!

As a child, I could not wait,
Until I reached a special date, like thirteen,
Then it was twenty one, to be a grown up,
Get married, hoping to become a mother.

The years went on with ever greater speed
You can't hold them back, it's not what you need.
Time races on from winter to spring. It’s like a bad
Dream, from which there is no awakening.

Give me a little more time, I plead, sunshine,
Some music, some laughter to the end of my
Remaining fleeting days.


©Gerta Freeman - December 1, 2012