I'd like to have a day of joy
without the debt to pay for it -
A motivation to go on,
without having to pray for it.
Still, I've had my laughing days,
and all of them realistic -
a favorite joy? at stars I'd gaze
each single glow magestic.
I've loved a many, loved them well,
they tried to lift my heart -
Like angels they would round me dwell
And still I'd feel apart,
The joy in life, I tried to find,
but only put on airs,
My father brought me peace of mind -
my mother taught me prayers.
Though some are born to melancholy,
quite at home with grief,
I always felt I'd fall away
just like a loosened leaf.
It's not a story sad to tell
for I made a-many glad,
whether music, art, or poetry
I gave the gifts I had.
But this is just a Pity-Poem,
it needs its venting, too -
and though my state of mind will change,
I share it now with you !Catherine S. Rapicano - June 4, 2006