Connie Moore Poet Rhyme

Me Help You

I'm Not in Any Shape to Help You
I Don't Feel Very Well
The Sadness of My Life
Would Make Good Books to Sell

My Body Has Betrayed Me
I Woke up to Find it Old
Now Nothing Can Console Me
As Old Age and Illness Turns Me Cold

Love and Youth Are Gone Now
Both Passed Away with Time
Of Course My Day Will Come
When My Eyes No Longer Shine

But Believe Me I Am Ready
Living Life Has Made Me Tired
I Know it Shouldn't Be this Way
But My Roads Were Rough and Briard

Oh, Very Well, I'll Help You
You Knew That from the Start
Come and Sit Beside Me
And Let's Hear What's in Your Heart

Connie Moore
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