Heartache

She looked at the ground,

saw the seeds of heartache,

but thought they never would grow

so she turned away and proceeded to be

content with her own belief.

For many a year that carried her through

the trials of everyday life

but behind the scenes those seeds took root

and grew till they covered her whole landscape.

Yet still she believed she could walk through

unscathed to the green, green, grass

and so she tried one step at a time

until finally, finally, she gave up.

It took a long time for her to know

the full import of real heartache

but it hit with a force to slay the brave

and she stumbled and tripped right into it.

Like all gypsy’s do she arose and ran

to the safety of her own wagon

but, lo and behold, that heartache had stuck

and travelled right down to her core.

She cried for a time and bemoaned her fate

but she isn’t a gypsy for nothing

so she tried again in the sincere hope

that wagon wheels would trample the lot.

But do you know that to this day

no one has heard from or seen

that gypsy who thought to beat heartache

at it’s very own game?

I guess she must have simply died

trying and trying and trying again!