The Little Old Lady

The house seemed so inviting,
A light on in each room,
A christmas tree,
could be seen,
Decorated nicely,
with a star on top
no one was noticed
in the small house,
the old lady that lived there
was on her death bed,
She had payed a young lad to decorate the tree,
and young little lady, to come and to see,
with no family and no friends,
this lady was alone
she cried often, but no one heard her,
and the only reason i know all this, is because
im the one that hurt her.