Impermanence

I used to be a writer
Now I can barely compose a thought
I used to be a songwriter
But now the muse is gone
I used to be a teacher
Now most days I don’t
I used to be an administrator
Now I’m unemployed
I used to be angry
But now I’ve mellowed with age
I used to be trusting
But now I trust no one
I used to be the life of the party
But now I hate attention
I used to be talkative
Now I prefer to sit in silence
I used to never meditate
Now I try to daily
I used to be unable to carry a tune
Then I learned to sing
And now I’m pitchy again
Things used to come so easy
And now I struggle to get through
But I know that this, too, shall pass
Like all before
And someday I’ll feel ok again
If I just ride the waves.