Betrayal

Posted on June 17, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

When late frosts nip the first fresh buds of Spring
Then am I betrayed
When loved ones fail to see my toil
And tramp their mud across the floor
Then am I betrayed
When children don’t come home to play
Choose friends’ homes not our own
And friend and kin alike dismiss
My need for company
Then am I betrayed
But most of all: the biggest hurt
Is when I finally see
That hope is dead and plans in vain
The future ne’er will be
Because the Love of all my life
Prefers another to me.

About Rosalie Squires

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