Sad lady
so blue

Who
are
you?

Figment of
my imagination
I painted
on some past occasion?

No, you EXIST somewhere
anywhere everywhere
here or there

with your
heart so sad

though
the artist
who painted you
exulted in his creation
and felt very glad

Life's not fair
perhaps he didn't care

Didn't care
to wipe the
sadness away

Seems he
put it there
to stay...

But tomorrow
will always come
and that tree in
the orchard might
drop its ripe plum
just for you,
my lady so sad so blue

And your knight
in shining armor
will be there too

opening his arms
only for you