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.
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