Siiting on the rich carpet
With sadness struck,
What could be worse.
My problems seem
As though they can't be solved,
And sometimes I want to give in.
Then suddenly like
A train of ice wind in the summer,
And my pain is all of nothing
As I think of her
In the crudeness of her woodscrap house,
With a life of regret on her shoulders
Weighing her down with another child?
In the cold winter her lips wikl prple and crack
While mine will stay pretty and plaum
Because she has not the money to buy
The chapstick that sits easily besude me.
Artist: lisa gorski
School: North Allegheny