My Matter Poem by Don Bukana

I'M STILL HERE CALL ME DON BUKANA
My looks are nothing special
My face reveals my age
My body shows some wear and tear
And my energy's not the same
Too often my memory fails me
And I lose things all the time
One minute I know what I plan to do
And the next it may just slip my mind
I try hard to avoid my mirror
There are things I would rather not see
And even those times when I just catch a glimpse
I no longer can recognize me
The things I used to do with ease
Can now cause aches and pains
And the quality of the things I do
Will never quite be the same
I always compare my older self
To those younger versions of me
And I know I'm wasting too much time
Missing who I used to be
But the thing that really makes me sad
Is despite what people see
Underneath my tattered, worn out shell
I'm still the same old me
My heart can still feel endless love
And at times it still can ache
My heart can fill with so much joy
And then it can suddenly break
My soul can still feel sympathy
And longs for forgiveness and peace
And there are times its light shines boldly through
And times when it longs for release
It's true maybe now that I'm older
Feeling lonely may be status quo
But it also has made me more willing
To forgive and let past conflicts go
So maybe to some I look funnyugly and old
A person who barely exists
I'm still quite aware of the beautifulize inside
And my value should not be dismissed
So although not as strong and funny it's true
I'm still here and want so much to live
And I know that there's no one in this world quite like me
And no one who has more to give.