Life seems like roundabouts and swings,
Looking to tomorrow to see what it brings.
Wondering if I'll continue to cope,
Do I dare to dream, to find a hope?
I return to past days, I remember them well,
Much happier then, an innocent girl.
Age somehow brought a collection of troubles,
As one unravels, another one doubles.
And so I choke back on lingering tears,
Breath in and confine my deepest fears.
Smile, there's a reputation to uphold,
But I must move on before I'm too old.
(c) Sarah Louise Winch, January 1999.