Metamorphosis

A personal walk through my life's changes over the past 4 years.

May fourth two thousand seven
a warm spring day I was in heaven
Healthy and alive that day
I took my grandchild out to play.

To the playground we skipped along,
singing our merry song,
Soon I forgot my age you see,
began to act like a child of three.

Then that came to a sudden halt,
as a sharp pain came like an electric jolt
Down I went on my knees and hands,
I now could not even stand.

From this day forth, my transformation came
so quickly it seems, came the cane.
From that to walker, now power chair,
skin and bones, and thinning hair.

Pills and pain now rule my days,
health is gone so far away.
I still remember that day in May,
when I could still go out and play.

Reviews

[A. Z. Anthony]

Well done. I really like how you have taken this occurrence and turned it into a poem. Often, powerful poetry comes from the most random or simple of sources.
It is a shame that the change, in this case, was not a desirable one.
I was refreshingly surprised, that in this instance, the metamorphosis was not a good one. I'm not saying I am happy to hear of "the cane" nor your loss of health, but all too often writers assume a metamorphosis could only be for the better. Your poem represents a very realistic point of view.
Nice write, good rhyming and smooth flow.
Kudos.
-A.Z.

[deedeekm]

wow - things can change for us in a second can't they? Prays and hugs. I am glad that you write and share with us. :)