Do i matter

 Another by Pat A Fleming. I,m still here. 

My looks are nothing special

My face reveals my age

My body shows some wear and tear

And my energy is not the same.

Too often my memory fails me

And I loose things all the time.

One minute I know what I plan to do

And the next it may just slip my mind.

I try hard to avoid my mirror 

There are things I would rather not see

And even those times when I just catch a glimpse

I can no longer recognize me.

The things I used to do with ease

Can now cause aches and pains

And the quality of the things I do

Will never be quiet the same.

I always compare my older self

To those younger versions of me

And I know I am wasting too much time

Missing who I used to be.

But the thing that really makes me sad

Is despite what people see

Underneath my tattered worn out shell

I'm still the same old me.

My heart can still feel endless love

And at times it still can ache

My heart can fill with so much joy 

And then it can suddenly break.

My soul can still feel sympathy

And long for forgiveness and peace

And there are times it shines boldly through

And times when it longs for release.

It's true may be now that I am older

Feeling lonely may be status quo

But it also has made me more willing

To forgive and past conflicts go

So although not as strong as before

I'm still here and want so much to live

I'm still quiet aware of the beauty inside

And no one out there is quiet like me.