there is no help for it

day to day living

there is no help for it
this day to day living
will wear me out
my man is gone
taking my heart
my spirit and my song with him
there is no help for it

i travel again and again
calming my loneliness
with the rhythm of the
train
another season comes
using my tears as so much rain
there is no help for it

i look at the calendar
scribble verses on pieces of paper
hoping he’ll remember the way to my door
i leave a little love on the home altar
a little light for a little love
hope burns slowly
there is no help for it

michèle voltaire marcelin

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