Keep Going Dear
I couldn’t buy you a house of gold
So I painted one instead
You smiled and cried
And hung your head
You smiled because you were deaf
To those who broke you down
They screamed hurtful things
But in the end you won the crown
You cried because you were blind
To those who loved you all around
You thought you were lost
By then you’d been found
You hung your head due to losses
The dead were buried and you
Declared funerals for the living
You began each day, brand new
This poem is about:
Me