Been up and down city streets

On a horse whose name I forgot

Been through the Painted Desert

On a mule with a crazy name

But always knew my own

It sounds like Seeker, Wanderer

Loving aloneness but often

Regretting being lonely

Because after all,

No one can really help us

Live or die

In a blink of an eye

We are 3 and then

70 years speed by

But we are still the same

Still wanting that guy we can’t have

Still trying to stay thin by

Ignoring the chocolate cream pie

Still dancing on the treadmill

To old rock and roll

Our essence is still the same

Only the shell has changed…


© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: CS age 3