TAKING CARE OF ME

A time it is when I must think of not another but me,

Loved ones I know pass me by, they forgot how to see.

Once so close yet with time further are we in thought,

Friends really do come and go, strangers are a constant we know.

Taking care of me Is how I must be, no one will care, not like me,

I don’t wish to be alone but part of me will forever be on my own.

I must always watch over me, who else cares what I am really to be,

Busy lives roam fast around, they rarely listen as your voice has not a sound,

Taking care of me makes me feel at ease as how many others do believe in me?

Keith Garrett