First To Worst

From first to worst it’s been this week,
From highest point to bottom's heap;
High praise, “If not for Stu I'd be
Not whole and here as now you see”.

That was an up from rear-ward view
Of folks who take life not as Stu,
But plod along, capitulate
To those, when lead they need to take.

But short the time on highest point –
The downward slope – heart out of joint
To watch a loved one head into
A hell which I have just come through –

Is tough – for women in this whirld
Are tred upon, tossed in a swirl,
For years throughout their adult life –
A needless stress apart from strife.

What women want? A mix I'd say,
Like Cree, or Liberals – each would say
“Me? This” – “Me? That” – there's no set way
To do one's life, like here – today.

So storm of 09’s on its way;
A war for Rose's life today;
From expectations laid before,
She walks with courage through the door.

And me? That's easy – paper blue –
Not much, in fact, that I can do
Light blue – I'm blue beyond belief,
But life together – that's relief.

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