Your an old bitter man
Crumpled in your weard down chair
I guess Scrooges Ghost never came to you
Because your still that hate filled man
In his tiny boots
Not yet achieved, what you had dreamed
You are corrupted and what a shame
For your mother
You are to blame, if only you had awakened in
Her time of need
But old bitter man, you simply diddnt care.
YOU ARE READING
Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
