Woman of Change
the forty’s jab
isn’t a fad
I’m a woman
-now over half
this life-altering wrath
maybe I’m going mad
it’s harder for me to laugh
so easy to be sad
I don’t intend to nag
don’t call me a hag
I’m just part of nature’s
embedded path
I look around
my home’s pad
analyzing what I have
have I done
something worthy
for me to brag
cleaning, cooking, caring
has become a drag
thoughts of my past
goals I stashed
waiting for life to pass
-how time and life
seems to clash
perfect life you think
I may have
what should make me glad
suddenly feels daft
a career once sought
stagnated like a rash
for others-
childhood dreams
thrown in the trash
this life weaved-
thrown together graph
looking back
did I miss a tab
time moves so fast
why didn’t I take
that much wanted class
life seemed so vast-
now staring at
a half-empty glass
overwhelming-
this forty-analyzing task
I didn’t invite
its thought-provoking rag
-forcing its way
with a loud-banging rap
I start to wonder
this place I hang my hat
is it really all that
am I caught in life’s trap
-to others
I seem strapped
this worn out mask
suddenly-
I feel like an ass
myself-
I let others map
my potential left untapped
marriage-
a partner I did add
now seems matted-
a constant circling lap
my body has sagged
my beauty-
how much longer
will it last
I’m not an aging old crab
or a mean old bat
I’m just wanting to have
what I lack
that once desiring
sexual craft
pleasure I once had
-locked in a bag
suddenly screaming
wanting to dash
adds to my new sass
for a lover-
I’ve become
a prowling, seeking cat
is it too much to ask
wanting to redraft
in time-
take a trip back
throw away
this coveting mask
inside-
a new born calf
desires spilling
from this suffocating sack
no longer wanting to crash
awakening from this
twenty-year nap
maybe turning bad
seeking-
a sexual-driven raft
causing others to hurt-
I don’t intend to tag
I just want to jump off
this stale, lifeless rack
instead of coveting
in a long, hot bath
I want to rediscover
the place I once sat
this life to rehash
desires to quickly nab
tears to lash
out loud
I want to laugh
before the next twenty years
time will pass-
my sixty’s start to wag
blankets covering my lap
aged hands-
my children gently pat
on the wall-
memories are tacked
of a life-
I can’t have back
