My Poem
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I feel the need to weep.
Success seems to grow all around me,
Just outside my grasp it always seems to be.
A new day shall break at dawn,
And I shall find I'm still life's little pawn.
To be played at someone elses will,
When will the day come when I've had my fill?
I just seem to go on and on,
As another day shall turn back into dawn.
Written by Paulette ~4-9-98
