There once was a lady who thought she was crazy
Her life seemed so dreadful and horrid.
Her head in a whirl, instead of a curl,
Was a “D” in the middle of her forehead.
Her work load oppressive, obligations excessive,
Her life felt just out of control.
She drove into trees, lost her wallet and keys,
Had a heartache no pill could console.
If mad, sad or mean, the “D” was not seen,
Though she wished her whole world would help bear
All the grief, fear and pains, that her life now contains,
As they offered support, love and care.
But she suffers alone, calling friends on the phone,
Seeking solace, compassion, and aid,
Just an ear, hand or shoulder will help with the boulder
That leaves her so lost and afraid.
Though she’s filled with self doubt, the “D” will fade out.
For just when she’s sure nothing’s worse.
The time will be done, and her new life begun.
She’s finally through her divorce.
