Sit Down And Cry Poem by Angelique' Rockwell

A little, tiny house
no room for even a mouse.
No money to improve
I guess its time again to move.
Some days i cry
and wonder why
my life is such a mess.
Moving boxes are all around
all quiet, there is no sound.
I admit, i am real blessed
two wonderful little boys
and all their little toys.
While my personal life is a sty
and still i wonder why.
Its all in my head
i realized instead
and then i get another pie
prepared again to sit down to cry.

1/15/2001