Another Old Song

Patiently, I have lived, these many short years,
muddled in grief - stricken with fears.

The wheels no longer turn - screeched to a halt!
I accept complete blame, it is all my fault!

Still, I often wonder, who would I be,
had not pain and confusion followed me?

And, what kind of person, would I make,
if every smile weren't a little fake?

For I have laughed little, and loved much,
and my body, my body, longs for a tender touch.


~Sabrina