I awakened last week
To find I had just turned sixty
It was a strange day
Of darkness and despair
I suddenly found I had few life memories
I said, "Good morning," to depression
The only friend I have
He's faithful, like a three legged dog or broken shoe
I lack the mental strength I need to get up
Just lying around drinking self pity from a cup
I have fought the good fight
Looked the devil in the face
But this depression
Just seems to consume this place
Was it inherited?
For, my mother fought the same fight
Or, this soured marriage
Where we seem to fuss day and night
Peace and rest is coming
Father time told me so
That's life's solution
When you grow old!
