Haunted

In middle age

Life’s thought to have freedom

Independence of decisions

Actions done in own volition

Accomplishments in line

Laurels on head held high

Celebrating friends nearby

Yet left alone

One’s moaning past returns

With wet eyes swelling

And wounded heart bleeding

Transforms you once more

Into a  torn helpless child

Then there’s a battle to win.

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