At last she gave up trying
When the hassles with kids
Had become much too much
For one who'd suffered such

One lied for a living
Another was so butch
And beat up all the others
Her sisters, her brothers

She sank into such deep dismay
Receding more each lonely day
There was nothing of interest
On tv is all she'd ever say

No job held any longer
No more need to get up
A tin can full of lager
And a fag so very corrupt

The poisons entered her mind
And took on full control
She soon lost all her reason
She soon lost all her soul

Depression grows untended
It's stealthy and its sly
No one's immune from that weed
It may take you by and by

So if you take a tumble
And have a fall from grace
Be sure to get back on your feet
With care and yet some haste

March 30th 2008