Poor Me!
I feel troubled and filled with sadness;
from all that has come to be;
bemoaning my fate, can lead to madness;
constantly thinking: poor me.
And yet; my sorrows seem to persist;
without any end in sight;
recalling; of what all my lifetime consists;
self pity makes an endless night.
I sought out others to gain conformation;
of what I found reality to be;
instead of comfort; I found consternation;
many had more troubles than me.
Suddenly, I didn’t know what I should say;
thoughts of “poor me” were everywhere;
despair had become the thought of the day;
for, it seemed, there was no one to care.
Many had suffered for a love, unrequited;
a man, I knew, took his own life;
God created marriage that we be united;
no man should live; without a wife.
Although I caught myself seeking sympathy;
guilt invaded my mind;
“poor me” was gone; replaced by my empathy;
for all others, left behind.
I then realized this was a kingdom of trouble;
sorrows and sadness were meant to be;
what I’d suffered; many experienced double;
and I had no right to say, “Poor me!”
Monty 5/22/24. # 2,119