What About Me?
I saw you from across the room.
Walking in a cloud of gloom.
Your smile usually lit up a room.
It’s gone now. Much too soon.
I’ve been your friend for a long time.
I knew that guy wasn’t your kind.
You thought he was the special one.
Then he dumped you just for fun.
Now you are down in the dumps.
You wonder how he could be such a chump.
As your friend I know you did the same.
For years you acted just as insane.
Dumping one man after another.
I know. I am not your mother.
I know you were searching for ‘Mr. Right’.
You thought this last guy was out of sight.
You thought you finally found him.
Now, you are looking pretty grim.
Many men in your past felt the same.
They were serious,—– to you, a game.
They were dumped without a thought.
Now you see just what you wrought.
What comes around goes around.
Karma has knocked you to the ground.
Maybe you have looked to far and wide.
When he was here right by your side.
I am your friend, as you can see.
Yet I ask the question. What about me?—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)