Senile

Most days I struggle against all odds,
To be someone I am not,
A better daughter, a better friend,
Words can’t describe my helplessness,
To see people caught up in their world,
A world so small, built on the ashes of a nondescript past,
Greif, regret, glory of old days slowly suck their life away,
A mind set carved in stone,
Reborn to renounce everything that’s good & pure,
The disease - ‘Senile’, I am afraid has no cure.