Baby Baby Baby...

If I had it my way, I wouldn't follow.

Today yesterday or what is in the wallow.

But I am just a baby.

Soft needy and crazy

Baby baby baby

Won't you say that goodness comes to those who don't hold onto sorrow.

And from me to you, it will all lose the sadness of tomorrow.

Because I am weak, weak and tired so tired.

So, goodness comes to all who follow the golden path of good tidy marrow.

But I am a widow, a cold b***h.

And for what it is worth

It is a far shorter pitch.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

When you are young, you should have much to look forward to, some hope, some joy.....but when you are an old widow, life seems useless, no plan ahead....just waiting it out until the end....sometimes as we age we can help but to hold on to sorrow, and when we're young we can let it go...this poem has deep meaning about life and death....
Warmly B