Old and Bitter
When dreams give way to worries
And I’m mired in myself
Obsessed with my own history
And clinging to my health
Lacking all the grace I need
To see those I love most
As more than sad projections
Of my narcissistic ghosts
If there’s a way to escape
Hurting those who know me
Someone show me
Before I’m old and bitter
When every new face I see
Reminds me of the old
And everyone has heard all
The stories that I’ve told
Every little hurt I’ve felt
I conjure up at will
I’ve outlived my own interest
So I take another pill
Should I forget the happiness
That this world gave me
Someone save me
Before I’m old and bitter
Now what the hell do I know
I’ve still a ways to go
Maybe I’ll feel different
In fifty years or so
But I can’t see hanging ‘round
And bitching at the sun
What’s the point of staying ‘round
If you quit before you’re done
I’ll ride out high enlightened by
A bright blue sky above me
And those who love me
Before I’m old and bitter
Lord, I won’t be old and bitter
Copyright © 2015 by Chris M. Wilcox