Angry? Not I!

Angry that all that I ever loved is gone?

Not I!

Angry that my family whom I loved and gave my life and died for angry that they really don’t care about me anymore?

Not I!

Angry that I can’t be independent anymore?

Not I!

Angry that I have Epilepsy and severe depression and having to take handful of pills everyday just to live.

Not I!

Angry that the happiest times of my life have already come and gone and all I have to look forward to now is a rocking chair day in and day out?

Not I!

Angry that the only times I’m allowed to go anywhere is if I ask for permission as if I am a 10 year old child and not a 52 year old woman?

Not I!

Angry because I thought that this would be the best time of my life, I’d travel, I’d see grandchildren, I’d see the beach walk on the shore?

Not I!

Angry? Why should I be Angry. I don’t get to experience life as everyone else knows it to be

I just have to appreciate that I have a roof and a bed. The rest is just folly.

Angry? Not I!

Excuse me while I look out the window,

I’ll just sit here waiting to die.