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Life's Sorrow
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2002 Poetry I sit in the dark and hear the bubbling of the heat,
outside the cold winds blow.
My life's been hard but what can you do,
it's the only one that's been given to me.
I can count on one hand the friends I've made.
Because I haven't made it easy
for people to get close and to know how I tick,
as well as me to understand just who they are.
I now pay the price of closing my heart,
with only these four walls to hear my sorrow.
The years have passed with just me and the booze,
and the battle I lost long ago.
I thought I was tough and only needed myself,
so here I am old and completely alone.
Waiting for my choices to take me to the inevitable,
which will find no one to mourn or visit my grave.
I like to think if I could do it again,
my life would be so much better.
For over the years I've finally learned,
you have to give to have it returned.
