My Life Poem by James Casey

My Life

Raindrops stream down my window pane
I am inside watching out in obvious pain
There is a mirror image of me in the glass
Of the tears that moisten my cheeks, but alas

No one is here to care if I cry on this dark day
Today is June eleventh and I'll have no dismay
There will be no party for me on this my day
You see, around here, I'm just in the way

All your life you've heard of the wicked stepmother
Of this I am quite sure, but I had also a father
Who treated me like I was an outsider
And made me feel like he was my captor

Oh how much, I loath to live in the place
God, I pray, come and send me someplace
He is a big man, and I am very small
He beats me for no reason and makes me crawl

I now spent much of my time in the cellar alone
Can't get in trouble, if I stay, down here on my own
Oh No! , He's home and yelling for me
I'll have to go up there, in their company

WOW, what do you know, he brought home a cake
Maybe, on my birthday, things will be great
It didn't last long though, one little thing said
Got another beating, and off I went to bed

Jim 1953