Poetry

Mary

I tell all my problems to Mary.
She always understands.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
Feeling better once she takes me by the hand.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
Cause I know she'll listen.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
She relates , she gets it.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
Rather they be personal or just cause.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
She never gets it misconstrued or fucked up.

See she's my listening ear, my shoulder to cry on.
Doesn't matter the time of day. She's always there when the nights get long.

She knows just what to do to left my spirits.
Just what to say to make sure that I hear it.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
She helps me gain a different view.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
The world looks better once she changes the hue.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
She never interrupts, just sits and waits till I'm done.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
She put the world into focus. Gets rid of all my issues one by one.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
She the only friend that I have.
I tell all my problems to Mary.
She helps me smile. makes me laugh.

I tell all my problems to Mary.
You should try it sometime.
She's always down on the Ave.
Here's a 10 go grab a dime.