When life is over; you can’t get it back

That is when you see nothing, but black

Just a poor girl who can’t even ask

Why she didn’t have enough time to finish her task



It was not a fault or blame

I guess It was her time to blow out the flame

Or she has lost the game

Life is a time that is impossible to tame



You are given two choices

Hold back or speak your voices

It’s hard to work hard

You have to be smart and play the right card



Light your path and walk

Leaving your life clean as chalk

Clear, white, plain, simple

She was so cute, the little dimple



Poor girl, who didn’t know what was coming her way

Nor was it her last day

Jessica Fellows

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-girl-4/