I am living with three women
Who are mean as they can be
They pretend to be Christians
But they poke fun at me.
I give them love
I give them food
I give them of my time
But all they ever give to me
It hatred out of time.
I wonder seriously what I did to them
In another life
To cause to them to be so hateful
And cause for me such strife.
They talk about loving the Lord
Then kick me in the shin
I wonder what the Master wants of me
My patience is growing thin.
They know my Mother died
Not even a month ago
Yet they demand so much of me
I think I will have to go
Back into our former life
To see what I did then
Perhaps what I find out there
My present life can mend.
