Left Down
life lets me down
everytime i go back to my home town
catching up with friends over time
missing the farmer's spread their lyme
every year that's passed by
it's so hard to say good-bye
another funeral to attend
it's so hard to pretend
that i am happy
until the tears turn me sappy
life is so bitter
nothing could be fitter
then to say good-bye one day
to a life that's handed me nothing to say
but my words on paper
that puts the salad on the capper
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2011
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