All I Have is Me [Poetry]

When the problems and the pressures

start piling up on me

When the laments and the laundry

get so high that I can’t see.

When the hungries and the hassles

invade my liberty

It’s then I must remember

that all I have is me.

45 Magazine Poetry All I Have is Me

A husband may pack up or die;

the kids will grow up soon;

but for my own survival

I always must make room.

My body and my mind

should be pampered faithfully,

because when all is said and done,

all I have is me.

Written by Rita Fidler Dorn

 

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