Relanor Eigby
Thank you old woman for your hateful touch
Reminding me of how not to be and such
What the hell happened to you?
Heartache? Betrayal? Or just an ill fitting shoe?
Your gift of sorrow
Forces me to plan my tomorrow
You can’t look another in the eye
For fear you both will cry
To be an old hag
Will not be my bag
I think I can still smile
Even after this long weary mile
I can still change my pace
Eliminate one new crease on my face
I am sorry life has made you bitter
Though it helps me to not be a quitter
But for your misery
I might not see
Where I?don’t want to be
So thanks again you old witch
For helping me to make the switch
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2010
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