Life's Irony
As I recall, you never said hello,
Jealousy colored every word you spoke low,
Bad things to say, never short of supply,
Never acknowledged, no matter how near or high.
Even when I stood right in your space,
You'd stare through me, without a trace,
Look me up, look me down,
Seeking faults, wearing a frown.
You always looked down, eyes cold,
I was poor, humble, but with a heart of gold.
Yet you saw no good, no light in me,
Only trying to tarnish what others could see.
Money was your measure, your gold, your truth,
While I was just a shadow in my youth.
But now, after all these silent years,
You wish to visit, wiping away tears.
When I had nothing, I was invisible to you,
Now you want to know the person you never knew.
Life is strange, with its twists and bends,
As irony unfolds, we're no longer just friends.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
Copyright 2024
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