Do not pity me, my friend. <br />Do not pity me. <br />For I have always lived my life <br />the way I wanted it to be. <br /> <br />I played. I sang <br />and laughed a lot. <br />And all the tears <br />I cried, I forgot. <br /> <br />Do not pity me, my friend. <br />Do not pity me. <br />For I was granted gifts from God, <br />gifts you cannot see. <br /> <br />A feeling of freedom, <br />a feeling of peace, <br />an intuitive knowing <br />that troubles do cease. <br /> <br />Do not pity me, my friend. <br />Do not pity me. <br />For I have learned my lessons well <br />and know I hold the key <br />that opens up my diary. <br />Its pages are filled with anecdotal times <br />that ring out like bells <br />and sweet wind chimes. <br /> <br />A marriage of joys <br />with two baby boys, <br />a childhood filled <br />with more than just toys, <br />Aches and pain <br />that helped me retain <br />compassion for those <br />that suffer life's blows. <br />So do not pity me, my friend. <br />Do not pity me. <br />For I can smile and I can say <br />I lived my life how I wanted it to be.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-pity-me/
