The Woman at the end

The Woman at the end

A Poem by Jessie

Everyone knows me as the women in the corner...

What is wrong with a name?

Is too much to ask?

Is it too much for you?

There is somethings in life,

That has little to love...


I want a man by my side,

That has nothing but me on his mind.

But I'm known as that woman in the corner

They never call me Lori

or even Miss


There a time in life where there is little to love.

Love is all that matters.

But men don't get me

Nor my best friend

Is it me? Or am I just an end?


I feel pain in my heart..

I want nothing but love..

Or is it a name?

Maybe all of the above


Still that poor woman that rocks her rocking chair at the end of the block

Still has her hopes and dreams,

She's quiet and unnotice that women at the end

Still little to love

Still not a friend


Sure my friend Ann knows me real well.

But does she comes to see me?

Oh what the hell!


I have sat there, in my blue rocking chair,

Then one day a small boy says

"Miss? You forgot this."

The small boy came up and gave me my sweater.

I am not old,

Nor young.

In fact I'm none of the above.


The sweet young boy was my neighbor.

He gave me that sweater,

With a little of love

That's all I need...

Something small and give little to love.

© 2009 Jessie

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Now this is wonderful, I really like this write alot
Such emotion in this, well expressed and written

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