"Self-Pity Needs To Vent"

                                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