How Do I Continue? Poem by Mary Nagy
How Do I Continue?
My every muscle hurts.
I fight my eyes for sight.
It seems my day just starts...I blink
and once again it's night.
Just let me please lie down my head.
I must just be too weak.
How can I accomplish all I must
when a nap is all I seek?
I burn the proverbial candle
of course both ends are lit.
Sometimes I feel I can hardly stand...
it's all I can do to sit!
It never seems to ease up
this pace of life full-tilt.
There's rarely time to smell the rose
before it starts to wilt.
God, help me through these rough times.
I promise to really try.
I promise that I won't give up.
I can't promise not to cry.
My tears so often cleanse me.
My soul just seems to ache.
I need your strength to hold me up.
Have pity for heavens sake!
Mary, this is sooooo well done. I love the line about smelling the roses... great poem! ! Brian
Mary-I can relate so well to this poem. It really moved me. I love your style of writing and can tell you write from the heart.
Mary.....very nice indeed! Imaginative substance in quite a prolific description that denotes familiar impediments yet allows one a cryptic camouflag of arcane identities denied yet restored through prima facie dissimulation, prevarication and of course very good imagination! With kind thoughts, Louise Bizzari
I know that feeling Mary, it seems it's with one permanently. It's worse as you get older, time just disappears between day and night. Very nice poem to read. Sincerely Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hang in there, Mary, I'm rooting for you!