THE CAREGIVER

Who knew your life would come to this today,
No longer filled with opportunities
But regimented by necessities
That give you much to do yet little say?
Now every sunny sky has turned to gray,
Obscured by those whose whims you need to please,
Remembering now those days you failed to seize,
Regretting you’ve no choice but to obey.

What turn of fortune or of attitude
Might spare you from this daily misery
And nights of woeful sorrow and regret
Before your tortured psyche comes unglued?
Either resign yourself to what must be,
Or find a way to slip this closing net.

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