Poor Old Me Poem by Carolyn Sears

I’m here thinking of my life

How my life was played
Out

Did I sell it for riches of

Green back and gold

For diamonds that sparkle’s

And blind my eyes,

Just to say, I have all these
Riches

To satisfy my neighbors approval

Do my expectations leave a bit
To be desired?

Oh’ no, I am just old me cannot
Change..

The diamonds I have is few and

Gold is fewer

Keep it hiding away so the thieves

Want slay for such cheap riches

I am just that old plain Jane, tryin
To be hidden

Poor the bone trying to swim
Above water..