I sit down at my desk with the light growing dim,

The expression on my face slowing getting grim.

The time has now come to write my life away,

What’s started so long ago, might be ending today.

School was pretty rough as a child in my day,

I cried some at first, wanting my parents to stay

But as I let go of their hands and stepped into the halls,

I suddenly saw freedom in these white, plastered walls.

I could study anything, become everything I could

Yet my parents wanted excellence, rather than just good.

They disowned me when a baker is what I became.

But in the end, I was proud of my name.

Years later I stood by what used to be mine,

My business, my joy, the place where I shined.

A relative took it right out of my hand,

Retirement so sweet ended tasting so bland.

And here I am now, writing who should get what

I take my old memories and slam that door shut.

I accept my whole life, both the good and the bad

I’ll take what I get, letting go what I had.