There comes a time in your life when you lose sight of what’s happening. You become confused and unsure of how to navigate life’s paths.

 

You spin in circles, past and present colliding, and ask, . . .

 

 

“Who Am I?”

 

My mind is both cluttered

and empty at the same time.

The jumble of past thoughts

seems like a junk-filled garage,

everything there,

but nothing obvious.

I’m a retiree, and I’m living

in a state of confusion.

Does my muddled present

portend what my future will hold? 

Old age frightens the hell out of me.

I can remember lots of stuff,

but at the same time,

many things have disappeared

into the recesses of my mind.

When I enter a room,

sometimes I wonder where I am

and what I came in for.

I’m plagued by the question,

“What am I meant to do

for the rest of my life?”

It bothers me

that I don’t know the answer.

If my body would let me reach

all the lofty goals I set for myself,

I could live a life of contentment.

I told my wife,

If I ever get up in the morning and say,

“I feel fine. I have no pain at all.

Then call the mortuary,

for I must have died

during the night.”

Now, the road I traveled

hasn’t been smooth,

But somehow, I’ve managed

to reach my destination.

I’m not rich or famous,

but I have a comfortable life.

However, things have changed

as time marched on.

At times, I live in a world

of dreams and fantasies.

I become different people

and lose sight of who I am.  

Some days I’m at peace with this,

While on others,

I think I’m going crazy.

I gaze at the ceiling and ask,

“Who am I?”

 

 

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