this poem was written after I went and saw(****) for the first time since we split. He was broke, unemployed, lifeless and trite.

30 second quickie sketch in paint -L.J.

"See your wretched lonely eyes All this time you've made no progress you look 'down' at me with despise But boy you must confess I've not let it kill me I've gotten up and moved on But you wallow in misery & what little you had is gone Why don't you pick yourself up Make a move for better things I've taken the proverbial cup & taste the joy independance brings