When I was Five.

When I was five, I was barely alive hit by a car not seen from a far. As I lay in the gutter, my loving sister is all in a flutter. It was my fault blame no other, I must admit I will miss my mother. As time goes by not knowing how to feel, to the extent what is actually real. At age 53 could it be the end of me? Now at age 54 knowing that death is now knocking at my door.This will be the last year that this world has to put up with me.