Mistakes (For My Mother Toni)
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Poetry
She saw his will and was convinced
She listened to his lies and was convinced
She looked into his eyes and trusted his smiles
She was convinced
Fifty years gone and now she’s convinced
That number two is never number one
Her youth is gone–her life almost over
She’s had a harsh reality check–too late to change her choices
All her sacrifices–all for nothing
Now she sits alone with her thoughts and memories
No idle chatter to make with friends
She has none
Too afraid to look into a mirror–a constant reminder of her loss
Waiting for a sound at her front door
Which never comes.
She’s all alone–waiting for her regret
to end.
She saw his will and was convinced
She listened to his lies and was convinced
She looked into his eyes and trusted his smiles
She was convinced
Fifty years gone and now she’s convinced
That number two is never number one
Her youth is gone–her life almost over
She’s had a harsh reality check–too late to change her choices
All her sacrifices–all for nothing
Now she sits alone with her thoughts and memories
No idle chatter to make with friends
She has none
Too afraid to look into a mirror–a constant reminder of her loss
Waiting for a sound at her front door
Which never comes.
She’s all alone–waiting for her regret
to end.
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