Tempest

What was going on in my brain

Tempestuous storms. I must explain

Did that make me wild and bad

Not anymore but I’m almost glad

I’m almost glad because I’m tough

Yes, tough because my life’s been rough

But now that I’m older; I’m 83

No longer am I on that stormy sea

No longer am I on that stormy sea

I can’t change the world, so I’ll change me

I now live alone; my husband’s dead

And my stormy life I write down now instead

I write down the storms and I no longer bleed

I also paint and I now succeed

Succeed in straightening almost all out

Succeed in knowing what my life’s all about

The storms that I lived with both day and night

Being violent and wild, are on my website

But my website is safe; will do you no harm

Please won’t you visit AnneLCohen.com