PIA

Sometimes the way is difficult, or, even bad,
but the worst thing must surely be, someone, sad.
Pia is left wondering, what, the way, is all about?
The secrets, the strife, she wants to just shout!

'To hell with all the problems, confusion, the lot!
If I could fix it, I would!, but tell me, what?
am I to do, when things go all confused and amiss,
I'd gladly place the healing balm of a loving kiss.

Upon the brow of anyone who needs, the balm of love,
put my shoulder to the wheel, help give a good hard shove!
But the way is not so simple, as fixing daily trouble,
no, the way, is delicately  poised, a giant, brilliant bubble'.

Tushie   7/12/12