I have been questioned about who I am by some. Understand please I do not look for sympathy. I am only here to share ....so with that I share with you....my past
She married a man of much greater age,
Ten years I was told, he made a small wage.
In a small house by the side of the road,
No time for things, and the lawn was not mowed.
The years came fast and the moving did too,
Never stayed to long, just a month or two.
In time came children two boys and a girl,
Father soon gone, he had left in a whirl.
Mother all alone with just three young kids,
with no car, no clothes, and jars without lids.
Despair had set in with no place to go
Wanting to get out, What else did she know?
Just a small boy at the age of three,
Left all alone by his mother you see.
With his brother of five and sister of one,
She left like a shot, bullet from a gun.
That shot rang loud, as I lived out my days,
My brother and sister gone different ways.
Brother to old he remembers to much,
Sister to far, never knew her as such.
Now I stand alone as it was before,
Lost to this world, and I can't close this door.
Lost my Father, Mother, bro and sis too,
Lost a many a tear, Yes have shed a few.
Twenty-eight years later and loss of a wife,
Wanting of someone who can share my life.
I won't hold on with a bone breaking grip,
When love does come my way, I often slip.
Just a gentle heart is all I will ask
To end this pain, my life, my strain, my past..
Share what you are for you are what you share