Karma’s Call

Wrapped and a tattered is 

my cloak of dignity, 

soul uncertain of each step that I take

Conscious all the while 

that you're leaving me 

was the best  choice we could make… 

You were never meant 

for a woman like me…

You possess no clue of  the 

meaning of the words love and 

respect and have a moral code

Perhaps one day (I do believe)

 Karma will come knocking 

on your door, persistent and concise 

For in life you have tempted fate, 

know her madness…

Lynn West (c) 2011/202