Poetry: Forever young
Forever young
Is my pretty earth
She needs no mirror
She needs no comb
Forget the lipstick
And the shine of
The wig
No husband has
Complained to her
She has no
Ears for the media
Without a purse
She is always
Rich
Nobody has
Robbed her
She always sits
Like a lady
From a palace of
Heaven
No comments:
Post a Comment