Arms and hands. Legs and feet.
MOVE! When I ask you. . .
MOVE! When I need.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Why do I want to?
When I’m not sure I can.
You look into my life
You measure and judge.
Clock's ticking
Your time is dripping.
Like a leaking faucet
No one cares to fix.
Vices and Virtues
All come to light.
When we sit in the dark
We fail to ignite.
Generations so different
Yet so very much alike.
"He" drank alcohol.
"She" took pills.
Chained to the office
Sent far and wide.
You never saw your work
As passed to a machine.
Believing you would beat the odds
You would survive the "freeze".
My Gen opened a bottle,
Yours prefers needles and pins.
Work it out, work it off
Always “yours” to measure out.
You push and shove to climb and gain.
Then turn around to face personal shame.
Loss of time, feeling pain.
Let Me Be!
She's coping when you’re not near.
She lives with constant concern.
Sometimes with fear.
Not necessarily about the end;
About the journey round the bend.
Come and Go.
Sit and Stay.
Tomorrow’s questionable.
There’s just today.
Yes, I know, you don’t approve
Who’s life is it, if I may be so “crude”?
I’m nearing the end and you want me to say
It’s just another one of those gone again days?
You can't cope, so I must leave.
It's too much for you, not so for me.
The Home I've known,
My special place.
Now I'm told "I'm taking up space"
Others "need" what I achieved.
It's their turn now
It's my time to leave.
I’ll know when it’s time; It’s easy to find
It’s all in my body – and in my mind.
Isn’t it what you want?
Isn’t it what you need?
You stumble and stare
You walk away, do you really care?
HEAR “ME”. SEE “ME”
I am here. Have been. Will be.
WILL YOU . . . for me?
