if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself
In an effort to make clear
to whoever what it's like
left standing in the lurch
At a church where people were saying
My God, that's tough, she stood him up
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay
the role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
And without so much as a mere touch,
cut me into little pieces
and talk about God in His mercy
Oh, if He really does exist,
I truly am indeed alone again,
It seems to me that there
in the world that can't be mended,
never wish ing to hide the tears
When at sixty -five years old,
my mother God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the
only man she had ever loved
with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me,
no words were ever spoken
I cried and cried all day
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