True happiness can never be bought.

To hell with this they do not know what they ask,
 they don't even know what has transpired in my past.

Each day the papers pile higher in the basket,
 feeling each one put another nail in my casket. 

My child asks me to smile and to come and play,
 I offer a nod and say "Baby girl, please not today."

How about a sad story to spend some time,
 that is more with pace for what is on my mind. 

My Husband offers his voice with a laugh,
 "come now my love, it's not all as bad as that". 

He's right you know, most of it is just a show. 
 We need not the material things we have let go. 

I must count my blessing we still have the house,
 I am ever so grateful for such a wonderful spouse. 

My husband and children love me with out question,
 our family and friends back me up with suggestions. 

It is thier disappointment and my shame I fear,
  it all just came tumbling down in less than a year...

I spyed a old bag lady on the street,
 with hardly enough for a soul to eat.

And still she smiles as I walk on by,
 offering what I feel I can barely even try.

I know that I will see the rainbow at the end,
 but right now I am just approaching the bend. 

So I will mark these day's as a lesson taught,
 and remember true happiness can never be bought. 


Julie

2/26/2009