Pity

I once pitied a man who had lost his love, With compassion I reached out to befriend him, His shattered heart was in need of repair, So I offered kind words to help mend him I once pitied a woman who walked alone With just her shadow keeping her company, Overwhelmed by grief she bemoaned her fate, But there was no one to hear her but me And I once pitied lonely men and women Who never met, sharing neither love nor dreams, They drank deeply from the well of regret, Separately they waded sorrow's streams But what irony my story discloses - - The most dreaded of all my harrowing fears! Now when darkness falls, I can't help but cry Tears of self-pity 'til daylight appears These days I find myself alone, abandoned, A sad circumstance I've yet to understand; Was I not deserving of his pity? He walked away with my heart in his hand