Here is a poem by my youngest daughter, Christine. She was an honorable mention in the 2010 Student Poetry Contest through the Kentucky State Poetry Society.
By Christine Rightmyer
When you grow up
you wonder what you did wrong
as the weight of the world
worms through the decayed
newspaper clippings of your brain.
Toss and turn,
Fall into a void
only as cool
as the other side of the pillow.
No sleep for the wicked.
Growing old feels like you should
have been dead years ago.
Making friends with everyone else’s demons,
now you’re buried under insomnia’s
You only grow old
when you think about them.