She Poem by Paul Warren

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