The Reason

by Depressed_Without_Reason   Nov 21, 2005


An old woman sits at her kitchen table looking through photos,
She looked through her past and her life,
Through good times and bad,
When she realized she never worried when she was young,
Yet now she worried all the time,
Then she silently said to herself, "God, he's the reason."

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