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