She

She stood there alone No longer finding her way home For life had dealt her hard Having to fight for each yard So now she speaks to no-one She thinks to herself ‘now I’m done’ For there will be no more Feeling zero is no wanted score How can you stand up tall When you feel so very small And a world that doesn’t care Even though you’ve paid the fare Why would things turn out this way When she paid her dues you’d say But dues don’t mean a thing When your final bell will ring. © Paul Warren Poetry