I thought I might just sit here
for a hundred years or so,
and feel sorry for myself;

but then I decided that it was
more important
to feel sorry for you;

because I didn't give up on me,
you did, and now you're history:
just like the Civil War,
and who killed JFK;

no need at all for me to feel bad,
since you're the one who should be sad;
I know you thought that you'd be glad,
but when it hits you, you'll be mad,
when better turns out to be a fad,
you'll remember just what you had.

February 23, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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