Wilma Ruth Haggett Poetry

Sometimes I talk to myself
So what’s it to you
So you think I’m crazy that’s ok too
What I say may not make sense to you
But that too is ok
I’m in a world that don’t include you
Here you don’t exist for I live in the past
I talk to people I use to know from years ago
Reliving my memories of days long gone
So I get drunk and stagger around town
That don’t give you the right to put me down
It takes all Gods people to make this world go round
I’ll ask for food when I’m hungry I’m not too proud
I’m just a lonely old lady with nowhere to go
Who talks to the ghosts of my past
That way I know the friends I make will last

Poet: Wilma Ruth Haggett