Guess what! ? I'm the last to know.
Don't you think that hurts me so.
You've moved on far,
Have healed your scar.
Well good for you!
But where's my due?
I'm obviously so small,
That I don't deserve a call.
So what's my beef?
I guess it's grief.
Moya Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0015-the-last-to-know/
