Old Poetry - 11th April 1999

With a fairy friend
I was blessed.
She was so fantastic!
My fairy friend gave
so much magic,
to me.
O, when we were together!
With her, I flew...

but I dragged
her down.
My fairy friend,
her shoulders were straining.
She took off her wings
but I did not see.
I just kept taking -
her magic was draining
but she went on giving,
to me.

I
stept on
my fairy friend's
wings
because I was
careless
and was not
looking.

How can
my dear fairy friend
ever
forgive me?