The Girl I Used to Be

Let’s not forget that behind every elderly person, there’s a person with a past…just like you and I.

The Girl I Used to Be

People bustle past my bed; they’ve such a lot to do,
I long for conversation, or a caring word or two,
Nobody is interested and nobody will see,
That inside this frail old lady is the girl I used to be.

I used to go to parties, and I fell in love, like you,
I wore a dazzling wedding gown and promised I’d be true,
I danced a lot, I loved too much, I watched my children grow,
I nursed my man through illness then I sadly let him go.

So when you walk straight by me, please remember I’m like you,
I’ve had troubles that you might just have; done things you’ve yet to do
To you, I’m just a problem, just another OAP,
But remember, I was once like you…one day you’ll be like me.

©Jan Jack 2012

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