Hangs on til you are old.

Sometimes very bold.

Takes your pride,

and takes you for a ride.

You no longer have money.

Days are not sunny.

Toes are stomped on

quite often, as well as your heart.

It happens from the very start.

Forever, must supply

a shoulder to cry on,

but return of the favor

is never done.

Memories are to savor,

but mostly none.

Worry is part of it.

Day by day

and bit by bit.

Teach the right way,

but there is nothing to say

it will go that way.

Sleepless nights

and endless fights.

It never ends.

You love which is the trend,

but they won’t bend.

Some times are good,

but mostly bad,

and you are left sad

holding the bag.

Nothing given,

and nothing returned,

taken for granted,

and feelings burned.