My soul wants to cry as I look around and wonder why..
Work then hospital then home to die.
Pick up my child pretend not to be numb,
Put on my happy face and stick up my thumb.
...
Read full text
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Wow! and I thought I had problems.I hope things get better for you my dear. Your poem really paints a sad picture.