Charity my fickle friend

Charity, my fickle friend
What business have you here?
Begone from me
O Charity
So full of fear you be
You offer help with puppet strings
That strangle and constrain

Your presence brings
Naught but pain
Your chiding
Naught but shame
The “could have” “should have” chorus sung
Is a demeaning refrain

Charity, you chase me down
No matter where I go
Awaiting one wrong twist of fate
A circumstance unknown
Tis a most annoying game
Take note- you play alone.

Copyright 2008 Ruth Harrigan