Them I so love, I let into my cove.
I offered them my widow’s mite
To keep their tears out of sight.
Ingrate, spiteful , contemptuous lot,
ganged up to waste me by night.
Robbed me, broke me inside out.
dumped me on ‘Sheimon’s’ bight
Nature must have joined their crew
Shunned my cry, wept on me.
Mercilessly, blinded my poor sight.
Poured so hard, mocked my pitiful plight.
How broken can a broken soul be
For them to leave to rest in pieces.