Poem Collection

Venus

I was always affectionate

But no one gave it back

When I wanted to be loved

I had to beg

When I'm old and grey

When I'm losing all my hair

And I'll soon be gone

Will they finally care?

Will they give me love?

Will they bring me flowers?

Will they admire me

And stay with me for hours?

Or will they still not care then?

Will they still be spreading hate?

And then when I'm gone

They'll act like they were my best mate 

Sometimes I lay awake

And wonder how they would be

If sometimes

I would be mean

Would they be affectionate?

Would they still not care?

If I would cry

Would they be there?

But I am affectionate

So I'll never know

I'll pretend everything's okay

And go on with the show.