Low on Reserves

Sometimes you’re not so much
Dying as failing, as
Dwindling, becoming less.

Sometimes dying quicker
Feels nearly appealing.
Get out with something left.

Sometimes it’s rough to care
About the many things,
How everyone will fare—

You’re almost out of here.
Let it go how it will.
Then you think of your kid

And care too much again.
Carry on while you can.