She sat down
With a big frown
And a face so forlorn
Mind and body so worn
Wondering if the battle was won.
Recalling all the happenings
That led to the current wonderings
And the misty and sorrowful mornings
That have really messed her feelings
Now of her affairs has she no bearings.
Hope is all that she has left
When all of them have left
To the North, South ,East and West
Left and right, no one is left
To give her encouragement.
'Take heart, my heart
And do not be hurt
For that is how life's lessons are learnt'
She tells her heart,
'For enough you have wept'.