Best Sadnice Poems
She walked down the streets of Toronto.
You see she had nowhere to go.
She,d climbed off the bus at the station,
From Timmons Ontario.
Her Stepfather would often rape her.
He,d done it since she was thirteen
She was leaving that nightmare behind her.
She,d soon learn what that word would mean.
She met a nice guy down on Dundas.
He,d give her a nice place to stay.
By the weekend she was a hooker.
Circumstance happens that way.
Crack cocaine was her favourite drugs name.
It seemed to numb her mind.
It must be God,s way I once heard her say.
It was the only answer she could find.
Now she walks down the streets of Toronto.
She does,nt hold no one to blame.
She say,s that she,d go home tomorrow.
If she could remember her name.
My 53rd birthday is coming quick
Another year will be added to my past
Another year will be taken way from my future
There aren’t that many left for one to be taken
I wish there was a way to tell how many
There is no way except to wait and see
For now every year it is the same
Nothing ever changes
There will be no cake
No presents to open
My kids will again forget me
And it will be just another day
Maybe a movie or a pizza
Perhaps just sitting around the house
Whatever I do it will be nothing special
It would be so nice to just once hear two words
It would be so nice to hear “happy birthday.”