REMINISENCES

There are moments when I muse.
Stop awhile to ponder.
On life and the gone by days.
With the pepper salt days
Comes some pleasant and confused memories.

I need to live my days for myself.
Should not bother what others think.
Live the last few days as I wish.
Spend the minutes as per my choice.

Reversal of roles takes place.
I think of some duties that I have yet to finish.
A promise to my little dear.
Who looks forward to my steps.

Every time I have lived in somebody's else's  garb.
Trying to be beside any body who wants my presence.
again I ask...do they really want me?
Are this just a figment of my imagination.

The cloud of fogginess overcomes me.
Gagging and suffocating me.
I look for a hold...
Yet, afraid that may not hold my strength...