nth sad poem
if I thought begging would get me anywhere,
I would do it. gladly, loudly.
over and over.
if I thought you would listen for a moment,
I would speak. beg, plead.
over and over.
if I thought I could change something,
I would do it. little, by little.
over and over.
but all my begging,
all my speaking,
all my glad, loud pleading,
all the things I would change,
always ends the same.
over and over.