A pretty quiet little girl
Never said boo to a goose
Then in my naivety
Fragility
Was let lose on the World
And what a World it has been
I would never dream
All the adversity and manipulation
Now I’m in this awful situation
I can’t see
Alone
They have shouted and gone
My family
Whilst i sit here
In fear with tears
And glaucoma eating my eyes
What a terrible demise!
Its tragic
What happened to the magic
I once had
With life when I was glad
So help me God to find a way
To stay
With a semblance of a life
Amid this strife
Please kind sensible people find your way
To make my day
More bearable
Enjoyable
Or Switzerland I must go
To end it all I know
What point is there to this
With no one near to kiss
Or children giving hugs
Share tea in pretty mugs
Walk along the beach
Sunday roast round a table together
With funny jokes and laughs forever
I must find a new pace
Before it is too late …
Alone I sit hear
And shred another tear
Switzerland is calling
As the day is dawning …
Rosy’s Ramblings 