In valued time, I grew in maturity.
And now they are all so sure of me.
They think they know me so well,
But as one cliche says, time will tell.
My heart is strong, I’ve learned through the years.
So why do they want int it now, I alone shed the tears.
They say I have a lot of pain, I have good sense.
All the hurt made me healthy, it gave me experience.
To tell dishonesty from the depth of truth.
The love I’ve had and will need is in my youth.
God is the only love or need I entice.
I can only share a little more to be nice.
I must keep my sanity and remain serene.
And if they’ll leave me alone, my pain can’t be seen.

10-3-1986 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire