POETRY

Mary Lou I said

has it come into your head.

that the life you've led

has left you half dead?

She sipped her drink

and continued to think

about her empty life.

Always a lover, never a wife.

 

The years slid down hill,

day faded into day,

drink into drink, pill into pill,

what a price to pay.

If only they had told her

when she was young and pretty,

that life in the fast lane,

only leads to self pity.

 

There was nothing she could do,

understand it or not,

her life was a ferris wheel,

she could not stop.

Life was a fair,

she played, she paid.

The day the ride stopped

nobody was there!