Now I lay me,
down in bed.
To try to rest,
my troubled head.

If things were like,
they used to be.
I would not be up,
ten times to pee.

Will I wake up sweating,
or shaking from the cold.
Both are fingers cruelly pointing out,
that my body`s getting old.

Will I lay awake for hours,
dreading morning`s light.
And facing yet another day,
without a soul in sight.

I`ll ramble through my empty house,
and spend my day alone.
Thinking of the happy times,
when my children weren`t all grown.

When I felt like I was needed,
as a mother and a wife.
Where as now I sadly wonder,
what has happened to my life.

I`d like to find the vibrant girl,
I was not long ago.
I`d tell her that I miss her
and was sad to see her go.

I`m sure we`ll meet again some day,
when I make peace with all these changes.
But until then I`ll have to be content,
with whatever God arranges.