July Writing Prompts: # 5 The Sting of Rejection
A funny thing happened
on the way to my grave
I thought I mattered, I thought I counted, I thought people meant what they said.
And then one day I took a breath
and landed in a ditch.
Nobody noticed I was missing
until a frantic friend called to ask me…
Do I matter? Do I count?
I know I can count on you to be there- you’re such a dear and precious friend.