Sweet Little Sister

Tweetie birds tweet, in the bushes;
it's music to my ear;
sitting outside, the hospital patio,
they called for a mate, loud in my ear.

I'm tired, worn down, trying to work;
I pushed forward through the depression;
I do not know, how to think;
will she get better, or slip away.

Past disappointments, has me bitter;
I'm unwilling to communicate, all my feelings;
like daggers and missiles, my words spewed;
alone in mind and heart, I find it hard to cope;

Tho I followed the path of least resistance;
the evils of life appear in my view;
sowers reap and reapers sow;
success is mine in the vortex.

All the while, in my subconscious, tweetie birds
called and mated in the bushes;