Martha

Sometimes I lose
My power of loving for an hour or two,
Then I misuse
My knowledge of friends' secrets to abuse
Them far more heartily than others do.
Then I forget
Their splendid selves, the victories they've won,
And only fret
Because they fail me, when my needs are set
Above the dreams they've fixed their hopes upon.

poem by Lesbia Harford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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