TIME LIMIT ON MY LIFE

 

You put a time limit on my life!

Two years--by the law of averages.

So unfair; but I did ask you.

Not all your fault; it's the best you knew.

 

Why didn't you tell me about the exceptions?

Statistically too few?

I could have had hope then….

Why not me?

 

I try to live, to resolve my conflicts.

But I am not made of wood…

I bleed, I cry.

Should I plan my death?

 

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