6/12/2018
Is this as good as it gets?
Does it get better from here?
Or are my best days behind me?
I march forward, not knowing the answer;
Hoping, praying, that brighter days are yet to come.
What will it look like?
Will it be a slow decline?
Or a rapid fall into patheticism?
Whichever it may be, I humbly ask
That it will be gentle, unknowing; else quick,
That it is over before the dour realization is begot.