Doctor Grandma

here are a few lines that will be a poem, someday:

Sometimes I feel like a very old person.

Someone different from all the rest,

some wise old ancient one,

older than the hills,

who sits and watches the younger ones,

I feel like someone who has outlived

the rest of my family,

someone whose experiences

no one can relate to,

they are so far and beyond

what most people see,

and there is no way to explain them

to those around me.

Is it a curse,

or a blessing?

Only God knows,

To me,

it is only a blanket of sadness

from which there is no escape.

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