Becoming a Carer

February 22, 2011   health, poem

another poem from one of our members.

Becoming a Carer

I’m searching for myself
I used to be around
But now that i’m a carer
I just can’t be found

I used to be so different
Not worried and tired all the time
There are only so many hours in the day
And not many of them mine

I really miss my freedom
The fun and carefree days
A time when i knew who was
And not lost within this maze.

Myrna.

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