Vera

Vera seen her from her window
She seen her as she lay in her bed
Vera seen her as she walked
To get something for her aching head

Vera seen her as she lay down
To try and dignify herself
Vera never knew her but she worried
She wondered if she should lend a hand

Oh Vera why do you always worry
About those who can’t be helped
Vera why can you never see
That some people don’t want your help

From Canberra to the last riviera
And from the pole to the final straw
Vera would treck out to the Sahara
To help you if you had a fall

Vera knew what she had to do
But she, never did it
She’d drunk her life away
She always wished to help someone

Oh Vera why do you always worry
But never really ease the pain
Vera do you really think that poison
Will ease the strain on your brain

Vera sent out a thousand bottles
A message no one recieved
So she helped herself in her own way
Her own way she conceived

She passed away all alone still
But with a smile on her face
For she had spoken to the troubled women
And maybe shown her a way to change

Vera why did you always worry
But never really ease the pain
Maybe now that you’ve passed on
Someone will know that you came

Posted by Rob on April 28th, 2007 | Filed in Poetry2 |

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