Pitiful, pitiful, pity me, <br />how sorrowful life can be. <br /> <br />I live my life as I see fit, <br />for I dwell in a bottomless pit. <br /> <br />Pitiful, pitiful, pity me, <br />I have no money to eat you see. <br /> <br />I’m homeless live on the street. <br />In back alleys under bridges old car seats. <br /> <br />Pitiful, pitiful, pity me, <br />I have a face you can’t see. <br /> <br />I’m weathered, torn, <br />wish I’d never been born. <br /> <br />Pitiful, pitiful, pity me <br />alas the darkness hovers over me. <br /> <br />My time has come I’ll soon be free. <br />No more pity, no more pity, for me. <br /> <br /> <br />Written: April 23/2007<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/088-pity-me/
