When Life Was Simple

When Life Was Simple: A Poem To Lament Today And Hope For Tomorrow

Back in the day
life used to be great--
I'd work and I'd play,
not a thing did I hate.

But now nothing's simple,
life even seems quite sour...
everything that happens is like a new pimple
popping up hour after hour.

Doctors and hospitals seem to abound
as daily complications continue to arise
and we discover the problems that seem to compound
which are so frequent they no longer surprise.

I'm going to stay hopeful though that soon things'll slow down
because as new crises occur I honestly don't think I can keep leaving town.

(PS- I know this is ghetto, but if you let the words wash over you it's possible you'll catch a glimpse of the hell my life has been these last couple of months)