Trying

I tried and tried and tried some more

It did not even tie the score

I’m not your plaything anymore

I’m not your little loser whore

You call me when you want it now

You don’t care where or why or how?

But I am not your whipping post

I do not care to brag or boast

I am just a girl. I have some issues

You can save your breath and save your tissues

I don’t want or need your sympathy

My life is good. My life is free.

I’ll never be that girl who tries

Who cares if you wear suits and ties

If a man can’t be himself

He’s no good to me or anyone else

Autumn

Painted leaves of orange and gold

A child leaves her mother’s fold

Her footsteps crackle on the ground

The autumn air is filled with sound

Slick rainboots break up the scene

Gray skies and sticky mud and grassy green

The dog, he does roll all around

His barks break up the rhythmic sound

Of the roof plunked with drops of rain

She pulls her hair back, brown and plain

Sinks into the couch, soft and brown

She he has no plan to go to town

She sips her wine and reads her book

She never gave a second look

She is where she wants to be,

She is happy. She feels free,.