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