Maselo George


22nd July 2011

In my house all alone,
In this life all alone,
To yourself you say shalom,
Once again you have been brought down,
By the people you cared for most,
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change

For this while love was the thing,
Your fantasies were always to hold,
The one you love to behold,
But it was you, who always worked hard,
To keep a love that never was,
A reality it will never be,
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change

Financially you were a darling,
There problems you always sorted,
Remaining almost cloth less,
For much about them you worried,
There problems sort you they forgot,
Leaving you all alone
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change

Submitted: Sunday, July 24, 2011
Edited: Sunday, July 24, 2011

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