Keeping Up Poem by Airda Jones

Oh, Mrs. Jones
I am so jealous
How did you get to
Become more than us

A lovely tune
That comes and goes
But it's your love and name
That everybody knows

Perfection defines you
Down to every possession
Why does everyone want to be you
Is my only question

And why can't I be
What you are and
Why does he not
Even begin to understand?

How do I get there
To become Mrs. Jones
To get that love and name
I guess no one knows.