Woe Is Me

Woe is me, can't you see 
That was meant to be,
And, ain't that a shame
When no one was to blame

Happy for a little while 
Then, there goes my smile,
Gone back to being shy
... Could I tell you why

Born that way, maybe 
A melancholy baby, 
So lonesome I could cry
Before I could tell you why

Forty years later...
My world is no greater,
The sky is still blue 
Why wouldn't I be, too

And, when I am eighty
A melancholy lady, 
That was meant to be...
Why can't you see, woe is me. 




(May 10th, 2023)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Loving Iii Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 7:15 PM
Exactly what I expect of you; excellence! You've are a poet after my own heart. You know what poetry is which is more than I can give all that don't consider reading their own work.
Deschler Avatar
September 28, 2023 at 5:02 PM
I truly appreciate these kind comments, John... Thank you so much :)
Turner Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 2:59 PM
I think this is a fun read on a misinterpreted subject. melancholy doesn't always mean depressed. One can simply have a blue day. I like it Kelly.
Deschler Avatar
September 27, 2023 at 6:22 PM
Thank you, Daniel :)
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