Tea and Sympathy
You once said I'm hard as nails
no heart inside of me
since you passed I seem to wear
my heart upon my sleeve
my sweet Brother you'd often say
look at that poor man there
I'd turn around and say to you
what the hell, why should I care
you've left me with an open wound
with new eyes I now see
my cold blood has now been replaced
with tea and sympathy
there is no whinge, there is no moan
for others I feel their pain
I understand how much they hurt
I've just been through the same
not able to keep my emotions inside
I'd like a little control right now
I bet your up there smiling at me
no longer that bitter old cow
Copyright © Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley | Year Posted 2010
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