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A Decrepit I Am
I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why
Even though telling you will make me cry
My world has been turned around, upside down
And I've developed an eternal frown.
I've tried to be helpful all of my life
Now, sadly I have to think more than twice
I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn
If only I could have been told, for-warned.
My life means nothing to me anymore
Happiness and joy has flown from my door
I won’t help anyone else, as before
Only my hubby, the one I adore.
Here I sit wondering how to go on
Will I be disliked now, by everyone
Can one's joy of living ever come back
After they have been verbally attacked.
The hurt I feel is driving me insane
It will never happen ever again
I'll hide away, keeping me to myself
I hope the backstabber's proud of herself.
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Copyright ©
Beryl Edmonds
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