As I walk in, a dark cloud hovers over me.
The sadness displayed on my face assures me it is time.
Time is nearing to leave this unwelcoming abode; there is no place for me here.
Happy will I be to never have to come here again.
Happy will I be to never have to deal with ignorance of people I work with and serve.
Happy will I be to raise my children and teach them right from wrong.
Happy will I be to continue to be loved by my man.
Happy will I be to see a happy face in the mirror everyday!
~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem