A Letter To ME
I want to write a letter
To me of years ago
To tell me of what’s coming up
To tell me what’s in store
If this was really possible
Where then would I start
How do I say, what’s coming my way
How do I break my heart
Do I say stop working so hard
Give yourself a break
That candle’s burning at both ends
Slow down for goodness sake
What warning signs should I look for
How do I explain
Would I really listen
What would be the gain
Do I write about a virus
How do you hide from that
A traumatic event
That gives your system a dent
How do you start that chat
Do I suggest cut out the running
And all the sport I did
I’d see that as a sin
Throw the letter in the bin
And just nail down the lid
Would I change the man I was
Would I believe all that’s to come
I know I should, but I don’t think I would
I’d just carry on, and then some
How would I explain to me
That M.E. will be there soon
I wouldn’t know what the hell it is
So just couldn’t be in tune
So thinking about the future
Would I change my past
I’d maybe try, but I wouldn’t lie
I don’t think the changes would last
So if I write this letter
Maybe I’ll forget the plan
To tell me all that’s coming
To prepare all that I can
You see, I’d want to be hopeful
To write about the cure
But as we all know, research is slow
And our future is so unsure
So I think all I’d write
To help in this plight
Are of things that’ll work for the best
To help deal with ME
What we have you see
Is only good pacing and rest
I wish I could write with more promise
Of a future that wasn’t so grey
But I’ll read and take heed
That research has God speed
While we await our Red Letter Day
By Bill Clayton
© 2020