There are a lot of things I could do,
at least according to you.
Where there's a will, there's a way,
and I won't plan a strenuous day.
I appreciate the offer,
but I'm afraid I'm going to pass.
Like the gauge that reads empty,
the car starts, but soon runs out of gas.
I know it's hard to understand,
but some things are beyond me today.
At times I hardly make a move,
and just barely get through the day.
Sometimes walking across the room,
is a mental and physical strain.
I know I would enjoy myself,
but I wouldn't enjoy the pain.
You think I'm being difficult.
Believe me, that isn't true.
You can't begin to imagine,
all the things I'd like to do.
Nobody willingly gives up,
all the pleasures of the past.
We fight to hold on to them,
wishing forever they would last.
My life now has limitations,
far more than you can see.
If My "No" disappoints you,
Imagine, how it's affecting me!
Thank you for sharing this
poem with us
Randall Taylor (pitchmonke)